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By 9:00, my father was no longer smiling.
“What did you do?” he demanded, storming toward me.
“I protected what belongs to me,” I said calmly.
“Undo it.”
“No.”
“You think you can destroy me?”
“My mother built everything,” I replied softly. “You just tried to steal it.”
“Dad, I can’t access anything,” Adrian said, his voice shaking.
“What is happening?” Celia continue reading …
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