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as anticipation gave way to confusion.
“Laura,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm. “There’s an issue.”
I sat up, wrapping the sheet around myself. “What kind of issue?”
“The account access. It says restricted.”
“Oh,” I said. “That.”
He turned toward me, panic leaking through his composure. “What do you mean, that?”
I played the recording.
His voice filled continue reading …
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