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“Understood,” Allison said, agreeing without hesitation. At the restaurant’s back entrance, someone stood
waiting with a large insulated box in their hands.
“Excuse me, are you Ms. Clarke?” the person asked, their tone polite but direct.
“That's me,” Allison confirmed with a nod. Without wasting time, they exchanged items efficiently, each
understanding the purpose of the meeting.
The person handed her a carefully wrapped bottle of wine. “This is a rare vintage,” they said, their gaze
meaningful. “The box is oak, so handle it gently when you open it.” With that, they slipped back into the
restaurant, closing the door firmly behind them.
Allison didn’t need to guess — there was something concealed inside. On her way back, she spoke into her
earpiece. “Make sure to charge Jareth’s card for the cost, Gordon.”
“Will do,” Gordon replied.
After returning to the apartment, Allison wasted no tuncorking the bottle of red wine she had brought along.
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small blue pills.
The apartment's surveillance only covered the living room, leaving her movements elsewhere free from prying
eyes.
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Allison injected the roofie into the wine and tucked a blue pill under her tongue. Afterward, she meticulously
arranged the takeout from Maple Tree Restaurant onto a plate and slid it into the microwave.
As the fragrant aroma of steak wafted through the room, the clock struck seven.
Knock! Knock!
The sound echoed through the apartment with a punctuality that could rival a train schedule!
Allison rinsed her hands at the sink, her movements unhurried, and only after a deliberate pause did she
“notice” the knocking. She hurried to the door, adopting an air of mild surprise as she greeted her guest. “Right
on time, Mr. Shaw!”
Verruckt’s sharp eyes caught her flushed cheeks and sparkling gaze. Her vitality seemed almost out of place, a
stark contrast to the cold, pragmatic world he inhabited.
“I'm here to pick something up,” Verruckt replied.
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while you handle your business,”
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