The False Prize
Author: BeautyGid
last update2026-07-05 18:49:05

The old grandfather clock in the study ticked loudly. The heavy sound echoed through the quiet house. George Edward sat at his home computer desk. The bright glow of the monitor lit up his tired and wrinkled face. A green loading bar filled the screen inch by inch. He had used his old administrator security codes to access the secure company archives. It felt very risky. His heart beat fast against his ribs. He knew if Arthur caught him doing this, the consequences would be severe. He felt he h
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