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smart because you manage a few spreadsheets?”
“A few?”
Daniel grabbed my wrist hard enough to leave fingerprints. “You live in my house, eat my food, wear my name. Don’t forget your place.”
Then he hit me.
For a second, the world went white. The chandelier blurred above me. I tasted blood where my teeth had cut my lip, and Daniel stood over me, breathing continue reading …
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