Chapter 63 OFFICE NINJAS, STIFLED SNEEZES, AND A MILLION-DOLLAR BINGO

I pressed myself against the cold metal of the Section C shelving unit, trying to fuse with the shadows.

To complete my supposedly sophisticated infiltration outfit, Mara had forced me to wear a black beanie pulled tight down to my eyebrows. According to her, it was to "avoid leaving DNA evidence b...

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