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against my ear. The smell of her perfume was overpowering.
Her voice was a ragged, desperate whisper that vibrated with panic.
“Do it now,” she hissed. “The courier is waiting in the lobby to take the transfer confirmation to the lender. Punch in the code, Samantha. Do it right now, or I leak the dossier on Monday morning. I will destroy your life. I continue reading …
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