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We need it brought here as quickly as possible.”
Melody was already dialing. “On it.”
Richard pulled his own phone out and made a call that sounded like a CEO issuing a directive, not a man begging for a miracle. “Send the driver to Michelle Keane’s boutique,” he said. “Yes. Now. I want him waiting at the door.”
The room shifted.
Shock turned into motion.continue reading …
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