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... slowly tap at the wood of the desk while his eyes locked on the coin in my hand.

"If you are going to bring only one or two coins like that and call it a day, then this isn't worth my attention," he spoke, the tapping of his finger growing slightly faster and heavier.

I held myself back from swallowing my saliva.

Even though I intentionally made the atmosphere tenser, it tragically backfired, putting me on the spot.

How I was supposed to react, exactly? Was he don ...

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