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sharing numbers today,” I said, “I have some of my own.”
The smirk on her face faltered. “What are you doing?”
“Balancing the books,” I said.
I stood slowly, chair scraping. “Keep your phones handy. I’m about to send you something too.”
“Bianca, this isn’t the time—”
“Actually, it’s the perfect time.”
I walked toward her, heels loud in the silence. I pulled continue reading …
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