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I added. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk about everyone’s contracts tomorrow. With a lawyer. No more under-the-table nonsense.”
Her eyes filled with something dangerously close to hope.
“Yes, Ms. Savannah,” she said.
The title felt strange.
For most of my life I’d been “that one” or “the difficult one.”
Hearing my own name without contempt wrapped around it continue reading …
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