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She refreshed the screen.
Still there.
Transfer received.
She pressed her hand to her mouth, shoulders trembling. Panic came first, sharp and instinctive.
It has to be a mistake.
But then her phone rang, and the landlord’s office name flashed on the screen.
Rachel’s stomach dropped. She answered with a voice that barely worked.
“Hello?”
“Ms. Dawson?” a brisk continue reading …
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