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, and years ahead of anything their competitors could dream of. She leaned back in her chair, the satisfaction a war
: her second wedding anniversary with Aiden Mcmahon. Seven years together, two years married. S
n. "Going to be late tonight, honey. Have to lock
r technology, was the engine. They were a perfect team. "It's okay," she typed back. "Take care of yourself. And don't forget the day a
There was one more stop she needed to make. A
closed, the glass frosted. She imagined him inside, fighti
ginning to blur into a glittering tapestry. Her destination wasn't a jewe
y. Alanna felt a small, secret thrill. For a small acquisition Aura Tech was planning, they needed a government background check, wh
ex
fering a polite smile to the older c
copy of a marriage license. The names are Alanna Buchanan
is brow slowly furrowing. He adjusted his reading glass
his voice hesitant. "Are
she kept the smile in place. "Of course. June 12th
of pity. He turned his monitor toward her. "There's no record
impossible. It must be a system err
egal record of a marriage between you and Aiden Mcmahon. The certificate you have is not v
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oved slowly, then stopped. His expression grew even more complic
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at distance. "Their date of registration w
pitying eyes were like daggers, shredding the beautiful tapestry of her seven-year love story
ely recognized as her own. "...a copy. Can I have a copy o
n to whir. The sound was a mocking laugh
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r was light, but it carried the weight of a lie
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