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His screen popped into focus. Mark looked exactly like the type of man I usually dealt with. Expensive suit jacket discarded on the floor, tie loosened, eyes slightly glazed. He’d had a few too many and, from the way his webcam was positioned, the glass of golden liquid sitting just to the right of the camera explained the slight slump in his posture.
“Good evening, Mark,” I said, letting my voice drop into a register of authority. “I hope you’re ready to follow instructions.” He gave a sloppy, eager grin. “Anything for you, Stella. I’ve been waiting all day.” I didn’t smile. I let the silence hang, heavy and expectant, before I spoke again. “Hands behind your back. Lock them. Do not move them until I tell you otherwise.”
