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dropping to a dangerous whisper. ‘They want to play games. I will show them how the game is played.’ I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. My hands were steady now. I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I needed. Sterling. Ms. Sterling was not a nice woman.
She was a shark in a Chanel suit. She cost me $1,000 an hour and continue reading …
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