the CEO. Strolling into the lobby, he flashed fake IDs and smiles at every bureaucrat in his way until he was in the elevator, ascending to the penthouse atop the heavens. The office was large, impressive, wood paneling everywhere, framed photos everywhere else. The man was equally formidable. A decade battling peers to usurp the throne had whittled him down to a streamlined weapon, armed with pearly whites and a strong golf swing. His smile melted a heart faster than his eyes could freeze it. He was perfect. Then, reaching out for a firm handshake, he was gone. The man with no shadow placed something in his pocket, and then returned to the elevator, descending back to the inescapable mortal coil.
Turning, he approached her. The child squealed in excitement, but the mother didn’t have a chance to locate the disturbance before his hand was on her shoulder. And then, placing something in his pocket, the
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