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... wasn’t helping his mood and a phone call that was actively making it worse.
The leather chair creaked as he shifted—the same chair he’d sat in for fifteen years, behind the same mahogany desk, in the same room where generations of Maxton men had conducted business, broken rivals, and pretended they were kings of their little Paradise empire.
Kings.
More like middle managers with good PR and very forgiving wives.
The only thing di ...
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