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a sharp smack. It slid across the polished wood, sto
ing the rough edge of her cotton sleeve. The air in the study was heav
ured nails tapping a relentless rhythm against her porcelain teacup. "You marrying into the
signer skirt, her eyes wide and shining with manufactured pity. "It's so s
the edge but stopped just short of falling. "Shut up, Cornie. Vanderbilt
e raised her head slowly, looking di
flat, "the Hutchinson Group gets the three hundred
anting his knuckles on the desk. "Yes. And I'
t, holding it poised over the paper. The message was clear: she played by her ow
dn't l
condition,
ins at his temples pulsed. "We don't have t
ckwoods nobody," Brenda snapped, the
on the desk. The soft clic
nearest courthouse and file a public lawsuit detailing exactly how you 'found
apid step backward, her grip on her skirt
She turned her body toward the heavy oak doo
over the cold
of Haskell's throat, sou
She kept her hand on th
t?" Haskell forc
cond, you will sign a strict Non-Disclosure Agreement. Third, you will
hot tea onto her lap.
tipped backward and crashed to the floor. "You ungrat
her tone as even as if she were discussing th
bling. "We are your family, Dia
empty. "If Cornie were the one being sold to a d
pressing herself a
. He looked at the bankruptcy notices piled on the corner of his d
gal documents. She silently thanked the small-town lawyer she had paid with her last two hundred dollars to draft
e tip scratched the paper before he even began writing. He press
precisely along the creases and slid it into her
of hesitation, she signed her name on the Vanderbilt
ixed on the desk. "Once you walk th
to the door, pulled it open, a

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