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”
“And Diana?” I asked, referring to his status-obsessed wife.
“Left last week. Couldn’t handle the reduced circumstances.” He shrugged. Another new gesture. “Probably for the best.”
I pulled up another file on my screen. Michael’s personal financial records.
“Your credit counseling sessions.”
“Humiliating, but necessary.”
He straightened in his chair.
“I’ve continue reading …
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