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It was about rebuilding.
On my terms this time.
Tomorrow, I would offer them salvation.
But first, they needed to understand exactly who they were dealing with.
The quiet daughter they’d underestimated wasn’t so quiet anymore.
They arrived at 8:57 a.m. Mother in Chanel, Father in his best crisis-management suit, and Michael looking like he hadn’t slept continue reading …
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