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down the hallway with Lily.
You remained standing in the lobby, surrounded by fluorescent lights, worried parents, vending machines, and the sound of your entire worldview collapsing.
Your assistant, Evan, finally caught up to you.
“Sir,” he said carefully, “the board is calling.”
“Good.”
He blinked.
“Good?”
You handed him Marisol’s backpack.
“Scan every document continue reading …
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