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Then, very carefully, she lifted Mia down from her shoulders, slow and gentle, like she was handling something fragile enough to shatter.
“Sir,” she said, voice small but steady, “I was just—”
“You were hired to clean,” Dominic roared, stepping into the kitchen. “Not to turn my kitchen into a circus.”
Mia began to cry.
A small, strangled sound.
She ran continue reading …
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