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I stood, smoothing my charcoal gray suit, the same one I’d worn to Mom’s funeral years ago.
“Wonderful,” Amanda practically purred. “Now we can all move forward.”
“Yes,” I agreed, gathering my things. “We can.”
Marcus was already reaching for the papers, probably eager to file them before I could change my mind.
“Security will escort you out. Your office continue reading …
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