Bill glared at Samuel Andrews’ office, put his hand over his mouth to remind himself to not yell, and shook his head while he waited for the elevator to the lower basement hoping he was in time to catch one of the three jitneys to the lock up located at the armored car preparation area so he could drop off cash and instructions for the drivers on Friday. Once he was in the elevator he used his middle finger to press the button for the armored car floor and lifted it high in the direction of the operations manager’s office. It...
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