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The woman shuddered and almost dropped her drink when she heard the door slam. It was her third cocktail. She usually didn't drink this much, but she had wanted the liquid courage to face the man whom she had fallen into debt to. But now she regretted how much she had consumed, as evidenced by the long disappeared ice cubes. Still, she felt obliged to be here, to hear him out, as she had had no luck finding gainful employment and wasn't able to pay him back. "Sorry it took so long, i couldn't...