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Surprised, I watched him leave my office. John, who had been on edge since he stepped into the room, finally relaxed. He looked at me, gulped and offered a lopsided smile.
“I… I'm sorry. I was just… I was nervous and —”
“Do you know him?” I gestured to the door. “Kielan.”
He swallowed, eyes wide in fear, before he nodded slowly. “I… I once worked at a bar he owned. I didn't… I didn't work for long. I was scared out of my wits each time he came around.” He looked at the door, afraid Kielan might creep back in.
“You worked for him?” I raised a brow, crossing my legs. “It wasn't in your CV. Why skip that information?”
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. “I… I didn't think it would look good on my CV, since he's a Mafia lord and I —”
“So, you basically tried to hide that from m
