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Midas was in his office alone, sitting in his chair with his feet on the messy black desk, smoking as he relaxed in the quiet room. It had been a tired day after all the reports from the agents about the enemies and things like guns and that kind of stuff. The boss sighed, leaning back in his chair wearily. "I'm so tired, fuck. I need to take a break..." Midas muttered under his breath for himself as the puff of smoke came out of his mouth.
The sun was beginning to set, showing that it was already late and making the light dim inside the chaotic place, organized with all the gold decorations and the paperwork.
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