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are verified, criminal exposure is very real.”
My father leaned back in his chair. He looked older for one second, tired in a way I rarely saw. Then his face hardened.
“But first,” Robert said, “we need him to walk into Monday’s meeting believing the deal is still alive.”
I understood.
The trap had to look like an open door.
Saturday afternoon, Lydia texted continue reading …
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