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around his wrists, Alcott wept, shouting about lawyers and tenure.
Rachel watched him being dragged away, his heels skidding on the polished floor.
As chaos consumed the room, Elias turned to Rachel. “You okay?”
She looked around the hospital that had been her world for ten years. “I think I’m officially unemployed.”
Elias smiled. “Actually, your license continue reading …
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