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Chapter 40: The Runaway Thief
Author: Nhelahsheere
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“Oh I seeee.. It's the runaway thief. You think you can run away with my 18 months rent right?”

The sharp voice cut through the thin morning air like a whip.

Ash froze quickly slipping the small box in his pocket and clutching the document tightly,, his head snapping towards the doorway.

Braxton, the landlord, stood there, arms folded across his chest, face red with disdain. The early sunlight caught on the gold tooth that gleamed whenever he smirked — and he was smirking now.

“Mr. Braxton…” Ash’s voice cracked, too weary, too hollow to carry strength. “I—I told you. I’ll find a way to…”

“Find a way?” Braxton barked a laugh. “That’s all you’ve been saying for months. ‘Find a way.’ Yet you walk around like a stray dog, and your wife—” he sneered the word — “left you with nothing but debt.”

Ash sensing that the matter would escalate slipped the document in the old bag, covered it and dropped it back on the ground.

“Amd now I can't tell the difference between a mad man and you.” He was
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  • Chapter 40: The Runaway Thief

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