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loud, but it stopped him at the door like a physical barrier. “And I don’t want a check from the alumni fund.”
“Then what?” he asked, turning back, annoyance creeping into his voice now. “Eleanor, I’m very busy. If this is about some old grievance—”
“I want you to open the book.”
I pointed to the ledger on the table.
Daniel looked at it. Really looked continue reading …
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