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Kyle was sitting at the breakfast table at 6 a.m. with a cup of coffee in his hand. He filed through his mail and pulled out the Miami Post. The front cover of the newspaper read: “Judge and Private Prison Boss invest in Business Together.” There was a large photo of Kyle Smith.
Kyle spit his coffee out. “No, No, No,” he screamed. He started to hyperventilate. How is this happening, he said to himself.
Kyle’s phone rang.
“It’s me. Don’t talk, just listen,” said Sterling on the other line. “I don’t know how this journalist found out, but she did. I need you to stay calm. Don’t talk to anybody about this. I know you tend to get nervous, but I need you to be cool. It’s all going to be fine,” said Sterling before he hung up.
Kyle started to cry. He threw his burner phone down and stomp
