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Miguel sat at his desk, sifting through papers that seemed endless.
RING!
The ringing of his phone interrupted the flow. Glancing at the screen, he saw an unfamiliar number. Hesitating for a second, he picked it up.
“Hello?” Miguel said, his voice cautious.
“Miguel McGrath,” a voice responded, low and calm.
Miguel’s brow raised. The voice was strangely familiar. “Richard Johnson” he said, the name coming out instinctively.
There was a pause on the other end, then a chuckle that sent a chill down Miguel’s spine. “They’re lovely kids, Miguel. So polite and smart too.”
Miguel's confusion deepened. “What are you talking about?”
“Your children, Miguel. It’s rare to see kids their age thank a stranger for a gift,” Richard said, his tone was cold.
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