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Pay No Attention To That Man Behind The Curtain

From the desk of
Richard Tertius, By Grace of God, Archbishop

Clarence.

I am surrounded by incompetent idiots like you. I told you to get rid of N and you botched up what should have been a simple job. What the hell were you thinking? No. Never mind. You weren’t thinking. That random collection of cottage cheese you use for brains couldn’t possibly think on its own.

I don’t know which of the two of you is worse, you or Jonas. I can’t believe that fool had one of his minions execute a man and then try to make it look like self defense. Covering his tracks on that is almost more trouble than he is worth to me.

Get your ass up to my office right away. I have another assignment for you. And don’t mess this one up.

RT

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