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Ignoring my threat, he muses, “Cocky? I don’t know about that. Self-confident is more apropos, don’t you think?” “I’m going to light this building on fire and burn it to the ground is what I think,” I mutter under my breath, stabbing my finger on a button marked P1 on the console. It’s one button below the L, so maybe there’s a way out there. Liam is still talking through the speaker. “And would an icepick really do the trick? I think you’d need excellent aim, which you don’t seem to have.” He pauses. “Or make up it with sheer volume.” I snap, “That’s exactly my plan, Mr. Black. All those big muscles of yours are soon going to be more holey than swiss cheese.” I ride for a moment in silence, the elevator creaking, until Liam says, “All those big muscles? Are you saying you’re impressed
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