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Three months ago, he was driving a taxi, barely covering rent. Then the offers started. Small at first—carry a package, drop it off, get paid. No questions. Then bigger. This time, it was logistics for something moving through Port Said. A shipment that needed a “flexible manifest.”

That was the trap, he realized. The daily ten thousand wasn't a reward. It was a leash. At midnight, he met a man named Samir in a parking garage

The ten thousand—Egyptian pounds, per day—wasn't for honesty. It was for silence.

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Ten thousand extra per day. Agreed.