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over respect.
“That is the nature of accounting, Logan,” I said. “In the end, everything balances.”
Chelsea’s performance cracked. “You’re a monster,” she said. “You lived under our roof for free.”
I nodded to Fiona.
She opened the final folder. From it she removed a single bank statement and placed it in the center of the table.
They both leaned forward.continue reading …
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