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... ’s enemies—sometimes she showed up for him too, dressed to kill and carrying receipts on everyone.
Because the universe has a fucked-up sense of humor and timing.
The click of heels hit the marble floor first.
One sharp sound. Then another. Then the rhythm of it—deliberate, unhurried, the cadence of a woman who had never once in her entire life entered a room unprepared or uncertain about her right to be there.
It shouldn’t have cut through the am ...
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