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... ne vibrating on the nightstand.
He groaned, rolled over, and squinted at the screen. It was barely 6:37 AM on a Sunday.
The caller ID read: Mr. Harrington.
He sat up immediately.
"Morning," James said, voice still thick with sleep.
"Apologies for the early call, Mr. Zolomon," came the smooth, steady voice of Mr. Harrington. "But this couldn’t wait."
James rubbed his eyes. "I understand. What’s going on?"
"I’ve spoken to the appropriate cont ...
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