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Curious but anxious, Sterling noticed Helooking barely alive and only grew more worried.
“What happened? Tellquickly! Did something happen to someone?”
Hepointed to himself.
“Yourself?” Sterling looked him over but did not see any obvious injuries.
“What's wrong with you?” Hecontinued, sounding distressed.
“I'm about to collapse from exhaustion! This must be Fabian's revenge on me! | just slack off a little at work and he’s treating me
like this! The conditions for the production staff here are unbearable; they expect us to sit like machines for ten hours straight.
"I can’t take it anymore. Terry, you have to help me! | don’t want to stay here any longer. Helpcontact Mr. Hughes. | promise I'll
never slack off again. Please, I'm begging you...”
Sterling was at a loss.
“Uhh... the identities are supposed to be random, right? Calm down for now. Where's your phone?”
“It was confiscated. Production staff undergo strict checks before entering the department, so personal items are prohibited. And it
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clocking out doesn't exist.”
Hearing this, Sterling felt a wave of confusion. Something was wrong with these employees. Although Heenjoyed slacking off,
his physical endurance was superior to the average person. If even he could not handle it, then those employees should be having
serious issues...
Suddenly, the sound of something falling echoed through the stairwell.
Sterling looked toward the sound, peering through the gaps in the stairs. He spotted a shadow. The next second, the figure
sprinted away. Realizing they had been overheard, Sterling quickly gave chase. Though Hewanted to help, he was too
exhausted to climb the stairs.
“Terry... | mean, Jimmy, keep going. I... I'm going to get something to eat...”
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The figure fell down the stairs and quickly vanished from Sterling's view.
“Damn it, have we been exposed?”
Sterling hurriedly called the other undercover agents. However, he could only reach Mallory and not the rest.
“Hello, Mallory.”
“What's up? Terry, did you find something?”
“Someone overheard my conversation with Helio. We might be exposed.”
“W-What should we do?”
“Let's meet up at a designated location this evening. We can discuss our next steps then.”
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