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the receipts, the transfers. Legally, you were the event owner. The host.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “The host. Locked out of her own party.”
“It’s more than ironic,” he said grimly. “It’s humiliating.”
We were both thinking of Richard.
“What do you want to do?” Martin asked. “We can sue for emotional damages. You have two hundred witnesses.”
I turned continue reading …
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