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of Wall Street.
Arthur Carmichael.
Dominic looked slowly at the waitress.
Josephine Carmichael.
The name landed like a blade between his ribs.
“I granted your father the request,” Arthur Carmichael said, his voice now laced with ice, “because he was respectful. Because he understood his place in the food chain.”
Dominic stopped breathing.
The alcohol seemed continue reading …
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