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"I . . . I can't look at this," I say, throwing the sheet back over Josh's body. "They're not paying me enough for this shit."
"Who are you?" the man asks.
"Look at this," I say, motioning to the kid. "Now I know why they picked me to come down here. I thought I must've made a good first impression, being chosen to pick up Joshua Speed's belongings. The Joshua Speed . . . Always wanted to meet the guy. Then I end up on his security team and now here I am. Well, I guess I got my wish.”
"Yes, and now I'm calling security," the man says.
"Please don't do that. It was an honest mistake."
"How do I know you're not breaking in?" he says.
"Why would I do that? No offence, but who would wanna break into a place like this?"
"You'd be surprised," the man says, picking up a phone on the w
