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I said. “But you’re welcome to call your lawyer and ask him why he let you sign.”
Meredith pointed a trembling finger at me. “You did this to humiliate us.”
I looked at her.
Meredith, who had once told a vendor I was “basically office support” while I was negotiating a six-figure rate correction.
Meredith, who had called me dramatic after Dad fired me.continue reading …
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