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came back downstairs, “I need to tell you something. The situation is worse than just being fired.”
I poured him a whiskey—Macallan 18, his father’s favorite—and gestured for him to sit. “Tell me everything.”
Over the next hour, Marcus laid out a picture of systematic abuse that made my blood run cold. For the past six months, Preston and Tiffany had continue reading …
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