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VANCOUVER
A Few Hours Later
Shen Lei threw the burner phone down on the desk. His face reddened and contorted in rage. He snorted like a bull about to charge. A knock sounded on his office door and Lyall Adams, an associate, came in and slipped into a chair opposite him. Shen glared at him but checked his temper. The man looked uncomfortable, as did all his associates and employees who witnessed his out-of-control outbursts—afraid they might be the next recipient of his anger.
“My father’s not happy, Lyall. And it’s all because of that f**k-up, Toben Garrett. I’ve managed to keep a low profile until now. Sure, there’s been an on-going investigation, but they’ve had nothing. Twice, Garrett has messed up, and now it’s all over the news.”
Lyall shifted in his seat. “At least they don’
