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Then, softer, “I heard something happened.”
“Yes,” I said. “And I need you in your office in an hour.”
Richard didn’t waste time with curiosity. “All right. I’ll be there.”
When I ended the call, I went upstairs and dressed with care. Not for anyone else. For myself. Crisp blouse, tailored coat, gloves. My wig, settled carefully, not as shame but as continue reading …
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