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... ly felt like a sanctuary after the nightmare I’d just experienced with Maxwell this morning.
*Is like the man is intentionally trying to give me a heart attack.*
I collapsed into the chair across from Alex’s desk, my legs still shaking slightly.
"Coffee?" Alex asked, already pouring two cups from his personal coffee machine. "You look like you need it."
"Please," I managed, my voice sounding drained.
He handed me a cup and a plate of chocolate biscuits, se ...
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