Off Limit

HARDIN'S POV

The clock on the far wall blinked 11:47 p.m.

Too damn late.

I rubbed my temples, leaning back in my chair as the glow from my monitor reflected off the untouched coffee beside me. Cold now. Bitter even when fresh, so I didn’t bother. My mind was thick with numbers, projections, co...

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