*Brixton*
I pull my phone out of my pocket as I walk out of Jay’s office and start down the stairs. I hear the front door slam close as I glance around, checking how well they cleaned the place up after all the customers had left. I walk up to the bar, run my hand over the bartop, feeling if it’s clean or not, and the……
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