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on's favorite, chosen specifically to match the suit he wore when they first met. The table w
k. It was eight-thirty
stood up, smoothing the front of her dress. It was a simple beige piece, someth
her bare arms. Jackson walked in. He didn't look at her. He dropped his keysoftly. She walked toward him,
brushed past her hand, avoiding h
he dining room table without glancing at th
she dropped it to her side. She followed him into the
s eyes were empty. There was no anger, no an
at day it
e of the side table. The screen lit up. The
s thumb hovered over the screen, his expression softening into something pained and
ed into his leather briefcase and pulled out a thick Mani
to talk,"
it to know what it was. The air in the room seemed to v
er voice sounded like it w
er, imposing and distant. "The doctors say stress is a major factor. She nee
stress," C
years, Tina. We had an agreement. You knew this wasn't a
e clasped them together to stop the tremors. "I ran your
ina. You were an investment. A proprietary asset. But let's be honest-your designs, your input, they all belong to Floyd Enterpris
ed the
he terms ar
out the hum of the refrigerator in the distance. She looked at him, really loo
ckson. She's made my lif
she loves me. And I owe her my life
have to go. She's waiting
slippery in her sweating palm. She realized then that begging would only make
Divorce Decree. The wor
er name. Cri
d down and took the folder. He didn't che
o vacate," he said. He turned his
sary, Jackson,
hut. The lock enga
he view of Manhattan through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The
d on her ring finger. It slid off easily. She placed it on
cket. She pulled it out. A
t forget to l
ace with the back of her hand. The sadness in her chest began to harden into

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