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He was already writing before I’d spoken, the pen moving to file me away.
“Your vote is noted,” he said. “And for the record, Natalie’s stake is… sentimental.”
Dylan chuckled.
Brooke leaned toward Tiffany, voice pitched just low enough to land like an insult wrapped in silk. “Once the sale closes, we should hire someone real to run the archives. Not continue reading …
