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she spend altogether?” I asked quietly.
Grace paused.
“About sixty-one thousand dollars.”
I stared out my office window in silence.
That money could have gone toward equipment.
Insurance.
Bonuses for my employees.
Instead, it funded manicures and champagne lunches.
“I want repayment,” I said finally. “Not revenge. Recovery.”
Grace drafted a formal repayment continue reading …
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