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could be there in forty minutes. But she had a meeting

ootsteps on the carpet behind

ing with the CFO and two other suits, heading toward the c

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he had to make Birdie sound like a nor

ghtly, pitching it so it

into the phone. "Don't be scare

line, there was silenc

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lter. Just for a fraction of

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said, sounding small a

girl. Dadd

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cting the conversation. Daddy. So the husband was around.

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it. His face hardened

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mediately texted her mother: Emerge

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he work area. Family matters should not interfere with core business

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cruel. And it was d

of the hall. Bridger was in there. She could

ng a mother. He was punishin

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