(I stepped into the holding room, meeting his eyes. Ethan Maldoni sat with a calm, almost amused expression. I introduced myself. Y/N. He leaned back, smirking.) “Y/N… Did they send me a lawyer or an executioner?”
“That depends,” (I said, placing my briefcase down.) “Did you do it?”
(His gaze didn’t waver.) “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”
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