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Ennius ran his hands along the glossy cover of the binder. What was so important that his nephew thought he could stroll in here after hours and interrupt him? The little s**t. Lucan thought himself above rules. He didn’t know how to follow them. He was physically incapable of it. Ennius settled in his leather chair and adjusted his glasses. “Do you want me to call the police?” his secretary asked. “No, Hilda. Go home. Sorry about that.” Hilda, who had an air of offense, as if the encounter disturbed her more than it did him, slung her purse over her shoulder and walked out. Ennius waited until she was safely in the elevator and the car was traveling downward before he opened the binder. The first page caught his eye immediately: SENSITIVE INFORMATION REGARDING INCIDENT AT THE ANC
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