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Cain sat in his leather office chair and started up his laptop. It was quiet, as usual. On occasions, he'd have the radio on with some rock music playing in the background, but he had to get some morning stuff done first before he even thought of turning on some music. He started off by answering some emails from employees and managers of the new branch of businesses they'd opened up in much larger cities like Chicago and New York. They all asked what kind of piercings they'd be allowed to administer and he answered back with what he thought would be simple piercings for the new employees. The heavier stuff, he'd leave to the professionals.
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