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the grand foyer was only broken by Britney’s desperate guttural sobbing. She clung to Terren’s tailored suitpants, her knuckles white, her tear streaked face buried in his legs.
200 of New York’s most elite socialites, CEOs, and billionaires stood frozen against the marble walls, watching the spectacle unfold. Warren Jefferson stepped out of the mahogany continue reading …
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