[ Yeah, Martin's phone almost flies out of his hands and across the room when the next text does... that. Instinctively, he looks up and around, but that's just — no, there's nothing there, no one actually seeing him. Right? Still, he notices he's sort of scooched toward a corner of the office in the meantime, like having walls at his back will help. ]
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What the hell is that? ^^^^^^^