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... her number of hours worked during the day. It meant more work—but more money too.
Damian paid someone to drive him to work. Troy wasn’t his driver anymore. That was better. Damian didn’t trust Troy anymore—he’d been acting strangely, even planting surveillance gear inside the apartment.
When the driver stopped in front of the building, he asked, "Are you a hunter? This is a hunter company, right?"
Damian wasn’t considered a hunter.
"No, I’m not," he replied, "but ...
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