“Uh, Sir? I have the health report for the incoming epidermis shipment here. And I’m…I’m not sure you’re going to like it.” Malum Sampson sighed, heaving oxygen out of his body as he wordlessly stretched his hand toward the intern quaking before him, not removing his eyes from the tablet in his desk. She placed…
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