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“No.”
“Mari. There are people here.”
“I know.”
His breathing changed. “You knew I was coming?”
“I didn’t know The Sapphire Room allowed public executions.”
My father’s mouth moved almost imperceptibly. He was already opening another window on his screen.
Another alert appeared. $421,600. Jewelry reserve deposit.
My father pointed at it without speaking.
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