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The man looked from Victor to me to the security team.
Then he stepped back.
His wife’s eyes filled with tears.
I turned to Victor.
“Please have someone help Mrs. Langley with anything she needs.”
“Yes, Ms. Blake.”
The man blinked.
“Ms. Blake?”
I held his gaze.
“Yes.”
Recognition hit him slowly.
Not personal recognition.
Power recognition.
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