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Whatever plan he’d thought Nate had, James hadn’t thought it would end with a gun pointed at him and Nate. For Nate, it certainly came with the territory, being a criminal mastermind and all. One of his friends, perhaps that brilliant thief, would come swooping in at the last second. Or he would be wearing a bulletproof vest, or something like that, something only Nate Ford would think of.
James, meanwhile, had exactly zero plans for not getting shot by a crazed executive. His crazed executive, to be entirely fair. But not a single plan. No second chance for him.