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Chapter 17: Training the Enemy
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"Welcome aboard, Mr. Thompson. You'll find the view from the top… quite exhilarating," Sterling’s voice had purred, his grip on Henry’s hand tightening. "Now, about that job. It's not exactly a desk job. But it pays… extremely well. And it has its perks. Think of it as a… promotion."

Henry felt the kitten tremble in his pocket, a tiny, silent protest against the darkness he was willingly stepping into. He had made a deal. He had embraced the "misguided idealist" persona to survive, to gain time
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