The Dealer
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You’re at a nightclub after hearing rumors there’s a way to make cash fast. You leave the restroom, making your way down the hall and kicking open the door ahead revealing a large table lit by stage lights.
As you take your place, a figure emerges from the shadows, a pleasant smile on its face.
It offers you a waiver. It’s words a direct order.
“Please sign the waiver.”