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David moved first. He tried to grab the documents from the table, but I didn't flinch. I simply placed my hand flat on the stack. 'Sit down, David,' I said. My voice wasn't a whisper anymore. It was the voice of a man who had spent ten years hunting people far more dangerous than a failed stockbroker. 'You’re making the room uncomfortable. And Victor here... he doesn't like being uncomfortable. Do you, Victor?' The enforcer in the corner shifted. He didn't look at me; he looked at David. He lo