I walked to work the tiếp theo ngày with my head in the air. I never felt better in my life--I couldn't believe that my mother actually fell for the phony note.
I opened the door to my boss's office. "Mr. Anthony, I got the note signed bởi my mother. What's next?" I sat down in the plastic chair in front of his desk.
He dug through his bàn and pulled out a black suitcase. "The task begins," he announced, handing it to me.
My tim, trái tim stopped. I felt the cool texture of the black leather under my palm. "What's inside?"
"Your suit, a camera, notepad, laser pen, and a bar for defense," he counted these...
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