Andreas walks into my office without knocking. Only he has the right to do so and he knows it. He sinks into the leather chair opposite my table. I finish reviewing the legal documents in front of me and then lifting my gaze to meet his.
He is a man of few words much like myself. In fact we are similar in almost every way. We’ve know each other since our college days, having crossed paths in the brutal, illegal fighting rings in the underbelly of the city. After a match where neither of us could knock the other out, leaving us both bloody and unbroken, we decided we would be much stronger as partners thank opponents. Since that night, we have done whatever it takes to claw our way right on top of the food chain.
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