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... silk.
Amanda’s eyes widened. The assistant on the other end of the phone went silent—the kind of silence that meant they’d definitely heard that.
"Ms. Thompson—" Amanda started, but Charlotte was already standing, already moving toward Amanda’s desk, already done with whatever diplomatic bullshit was about to come out of her friend’s mouth.
"Tell them," Charlotte repeated, voice harder now, cold in a way that people who only knew her as sweet and soft-he ...
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