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remains from their overly expensive holiday to the Maldives a few months ago,

he notes with satisfaction. He enjoys being bronze in skin tone.
Back in the office, he unscrews the bottle of coke and walks back to the window,

while downing the brown beverage in large, greedy slurps. When the phone

rings again, he receives a chock through his whole body. Perhaps he has become
paranoid by his high dose of cocaine consumption. He’s been yet to kick the

habit.

He picks up the phone, Claire’s calling.
“You have around 10 minutes more before you die. If you want to say something

to the outside world, then do it now. "
"What the fuck are you talking about, Claire?" he replies, inhaling and sniffing,

while pulling his gun from up under his table, removing himself from the

window.
“If I were you, then I would as a final gesture, make sure the money goes into

my account, transferred from Nicole. Do it, Rainar. Or else I will personally make

sure your account is closed. It's a well-meaning advice from someone you should
consider a friend calls your friend."

"What? Who?"
The first rush of pain strikes him as a lightning bolt from a clear sky. It is as if the

stomach is burning, the pain is spreading rapidly, like if he has eaten something

way too strong.
"What the hell is going on?" he groans with a hoarse voice as he’s wiping his

nose that’s starting to run.

He throws the phone away and runs back into the bathroom. He opens the tap
and starts gulping the water in large sips.

"Shit, those bastards have poisoned me!"

He puts a finger in his throat and starts vomiting into the sink. Once again, he
pushes his finger in his throat again, until he finally ends only spitting out a nasty

green mass.

"Fuck!"
He runs back, grabs the phone, the sweat is starting to drips from him and his

body shakes. He feels like if his stomach could explode at any given time. The
pain causes him to crumble and his throat tightens. The coke bottle! They must