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that felt like it was carved out of wood. “Of course. How long will you be gone?”
“Three, maybe four days,” he said, not quite meeting my eyes in the mirror. “Depends on how the negotiations go.”
“Well, good luck,” I said, taking a sip of coffee to hide the tremor in my hands. “I hope it goes well.”
He turned to face me, and for a moment—just a fraction continue reading …
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