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by someone like Preston Hayes. The reality was a weak man who let his mother abuse his wife. A cheater who blamed his victim. A coward dressed in wealth.
“I feel sorry for him,” she said finally. “But I don’t love him. I don’t think I ever really did.”
“Good,” Marcus said. “Then show me.”
He slid the merger agreement across the desk.
“Read it. Find the continue reading …
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