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the head of it now.”
I stepped closer until the bailiff cleared his throat.
“The difference,” I said quietly, “is that I remember what it felt like to starve. I’m not going to build another table like hers.”
His eyes flickered.
“We’ll see,” he murmured.
We would.
The board of Sterling Hospitality tried to stage a coup.
They called it a “confidence vote” in continue reading …
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