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    “I don’t care. If you won’t do it, I’ll do it myself. Just remember, if I manage to seed, don’t im any credit,” Sanford dered, turning to leave.


    Leandro felt the need to speak, but Sanford quickly added, “And don’t go telling Mr. Dawson about this, or our friendship is over.”


    “I won’t tell on you, but I strongly advise you to reconsider. Javier isn’t someone to be trifled with. Do you really think you can just waltz into his office?” Leandro cautioned earnestly.


    Sanford ignored him. After confirming that Leandro would keep his silence, he left.


    Later that evening, Sanford stayed at thepanyte, iming unfinished work. As Leandro prepared to leave with his briefcase, he overheard coworkers discussing Sanford staying behind.


    Realizing Sanford was serious about the matter, Leandro exited the building, pondered the situation, and decided to inform Raymond.


    Leandro ryed the details to Raymond, who immediately instructed, “Return now and find a way to stop Sanford. This kind of behavior breaches business ethics. Mr. Dawson despises such actions. Even against adversaries, this is uneptable!”


    “Alright, alright!” Leandro, now sweating, hurried back to the office. However, when he arrived, Sanford was nowhere to be found.


    Leandro quickly asked a coworker who was still at the office, “Where’s Sanford?”


    “He said he had a stomachache and went to the restroom,” the coworker answered.


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    Leandro’s heart sank. He rushed out of the department and noticed the darkened elevator at the end of the hallway. It was stopped on the first floor. Leandro suspected Sanford was avoiding the cameras, likely using the stairs. It was now toote to catch up with him.


    As he hesitated, the lights throughout the entire building suddenly went out.


    “Damn! I didn’t have time to save my work on theputer!” someone yelled. Soon, the glow of smartphones illuminated the space as people gathered. Groups muttered curses, specting about the cause, and asked for someone to fix it.


    Leandro remained silent, suspecting Sanford was behind the power cut to disable the surveince on the top floor. The staff on the top floor had gone out for dinner, leaving it…


    Vacant.


    If everything was going ording to n, Sanford would be in Javier’s office by now.


    Before Leandro could finish his thought, he heard hurried footsteps in the corridor. A squad of bodyguards, panting from exertion, stationed two guards on each floor as they conducted a search.


    “What’s happening?” someone asked.


    “Someone intentionally cut the power. We think there’s an intruder in the building. Please cooperate. Have you seen anyone suspicious?” a bodyguard said, his shlight illuminating the corridor.


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