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... ice filled with plaques, medals, and certificates.
The sound of a basketball game resonated in the large room. Overlooking the office was an urban garden with a large artificial fountain, separating them from the rest of the city.
"Ah, fuck this country's team," the man muttered as they were overtaken by a 17-year-old prodigy.1
The assistant cleared his throat again, but the man raised his hand, rendering the former quiet.
Then, when the gap widened against their ...
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