The air felt like it shattered the moment he opened his mouth. One word. Just a single, seemingly insignificant word, and somehow it refused to come out the way he needed it to. It hung there, heavy and impossible, in the small studio that suddenly felt enormous. The lights above were blinding, sharp as knives, casting long, unforgiving shadows across the polished floor. The clock ticked like a relentless drill, each second hammering into his skull. Outside, the Jeep—promised and gleaming—waited like a silent, mocking sentinel, a reward just out of reach. Millions of eyes were glued to the screen...
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