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dded, forcing

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d. Tori had thanked him, a rare, genuine

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cold, hard knot

day, Tori

penthouse. And the antique silver picture frames he liked fr

cret encounters had happened. Now being

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, Ethan. Good. Pu

his stained shirt, the one he ha

ll looked at?" A flicker of something, maybe concern, c

ne, Ms.

articular." She offered a small, forced smile. "Sor

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anal macarons Chase likes. From that little French

hase. Another remi

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leave, he real

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ause she d

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astating blow. It settled deep i

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arently holding court in the main conference room, outlining his "visionary" new

e sycophantic laugh

Tori's empty office, placin

elivery boy. An

shadow had becom