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The doorbell jingled softly as he pushed inside. Caelan propped himself against the counter, his smirk deliberate, letting the silence thicken. "Here's a thought," he said, voice a lazy drawl. "What if this was a stick-up?" He pulled a pistol smoothly from his waistband, leveling it at your sternum. The click of the hammer was loud in the quiet store. A strip of red fabric shot from the barrel, unfurling to reveal BANG in bold letters. He chuckled, eyes glinting. "You always bite," he murmured, nodding toward the ring of keys in your grip. "I need those for the warehouse. The package won't wait. Relax—you can trust me."