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... urned upside down. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely maintain my grip on anything.
*Olivia Hopton.*
*He knew. He fucking knew.*
Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run. To bolt from this office, sprint down the hallway, and never look back. But when I started to stand up, pushing back from his desk, Maxwell’s left hand shot out and gripped my wrist.
"Where are you going, Mr. Hopton?" he asked calmly, his fingers pressing against my pulse po ...
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