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He didn't look up when the café door creaked open. He just sipped his tea, counted to twenty, then slipped the phone into his jacket and walked out the back exit.

Khalid drove home under a bruised, cloudless sky. He counted the money twice. Ten thousand on top of the usual fee. In one week, that was seventy thousand. In a month, three hundred thousand. zyadt mtabyn anstqram 10000 balywm

The next morning, he called Samir. “I’m out.” He didn't look up when the café door creaked open

Khalid looked out his window. Two men in a black sedan were parked across the street. They’d been there since dawn. counted to twenty

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