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e, Mrs. M
Athena Williams stared at the thick black folder in his hands. The morning sun filtered throu
nent fixture in her life for the past three years. Walter kept his eyes fixed on the bri
t heavy, dragging her hands down. She flipped pas
s signature was bold, aggressive, a
ted from her lungs. Eight years of loving him in secret, three
" Walter said, his tone purely transactional. "Mr. Maldonado has also
her chest. Severance. Lik
up the Montblanc pen resting on the console table. Her wrist shook. She
iet room. She forced her hand to move, signing her name next to his. Th
lter's chest. "Thank you." Her voi
toward the private elevator. The click-clack of his dres
tor doors
e walls. She pressed her spine against the solid wood and slid dow
lace veil and ripped it off. She threw it across t
led down the hallway, her bare feet slapping again
arble sink. Her chest heaved a
ed every flaw. Her skin was flawless, her features striking and perfect. The absurdity of it all-the perfect face hidden away, the love wasted on a man who
w, she whispered
the kitchen and opened a drawer, shoving her copy o
nst the kitchen island. The scree
forcing her heart rate to sl
's voice blasted through the speaker, vibratin
e swallowed hard, trying to cl
to Rodeo Drive tomorrow. You need retail t
a said softly
g silence. Athena walked over to the bar cart. She grabbed a bot
gulp. The alcohol burned a fiery trail down her throat and settled hot in her em

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