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The tears didn’t work. The guilt didn’t work.
So the threats came.
“You’re going to regret this,” she said softly, voice low and venomous. “You really are.”
Then she left.
I locked the door behind her and immediately called Richard.
“She’s escalating,” I said.
“She’s frustrated,” he replied. “That’s good. Frustrated people make mistakes.”
Two days later,continue reading …
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