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... rom my screen. My throat felt like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel, but I didn’t care. I just reached out blindly for whatever liquid was closest.
Beside me, Johnny went rigid. I could feel the rage radiating off him like heat from a sidewalk in August. He was staring at the CEO, Mr. Henderson, with pure murder in his eyes.
But Henderson? He was clueless. Blissfully, stupidly clueless.
"Wasn’t it President Wilson who gave Miss Brown that project?" Henderson continued, l ...
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