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filled the screen. Sharon looked at the closed doors of the OR. She thought about the pale, bleeding woman who had to fight for h

e tapped on the first name pinned at the top of Corrine's emergency contact list: Eleanor. Sharon rapidly typed ou

the bass from the nightclub speakers v

the cushions. She swirled the mart

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the glass down on the glass coff

used on the screen, the

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nor's eyes. The blood drained from

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next to her reached out to grab her

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ling his hand back as

club in her five-inch Louboutin heels. She shoved

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answered. The subscriber you

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her foot on the brake. She twisted the key. The V12 engine roared lik

nor's hands gripped the leather stee

ped up. It was the top trending topic. A bright red siren emoji sat nex

d. She leaned forward

on paparazzi photos fr

wood's top actress, Arielle Orozco, had her arms wrapped intimately around his bi

laughed, tilting her head back to rest on Cristofer'

manicured acrylic nails dug so deep into the steerin

d at the empty car, her throat burning. "A

. Eleanor slammed the

through the rain. She put in her Bluetooth earpiec

red on the

he phone right now,

g with corporate arrogance. "Mr. Clarke is currently h

ld-money response made

lapdog," Eleanor spat. "If

hun

tires hydroplaning on the wet asphalt. She barely missed the back of a Fe

eath. She couldn't crash. She was th

he rain. Eleanor slammed on the brakes. The sports car fishtaile

abbed her bag and ran inside. Her hee

in front of her. "Ma'am

d in the chest. "Where

om behind the desk. She instantly recognized the

and pulled her into a quiet

aron asked, her voice

Where

pity. "It's bad. She had a massive hemorrhage. They

the gut. Her knees buckled. She grabbed the col

illed with

ice trembling with absolute fury. "Bring me every