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♔ [an angry voicemail]
There’s a crackling landscape of city noise on the line to start, interspersed with the occasional colorful curse from Foggy. Is he running?
“Look, I know you’ve got... shit to do or whatever, but when you say you’re going to be there to meet with our emotionally fragile but very financially stable client, I’m apparently still gullible enough to believe you. When you dig yourself out from inder whatever-her-name is and actually feel like running this firm with me, give me a call.” An apology in incredibly broken Spanish, along with the rattling of a door, can be heard for a second more before the line disconnects.













