Chapter Fifty-Six: Grayson

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POP! POP! 

I jump up, papers flying everywhere. Shit! I scramble to the floor picking them up. nervously looking over my shoulder repeatedly. I slowly get up shacking violently. I make my way over to my desk putting the paper down. 

Bang! 

I quickly turn around to see a gun baral an inch away from my face.  

"Hi Grayson. How are you?" Nick says smiling down at me. Shit.

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