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them like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“You have to help me,” he said. “You’re my daughter.”
My stomach twisted at the word.
“You’re the auditor,” he added quickly, as if that explained everything. “You can fix this. You can tell them it was a misunderstanding. A mistake. I just need money for a better lawyer. Please.”
There it was.
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