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... eft,but the echo of their threat lingered like smoke.
The broken door hung crooked on its hinges, letting in the humid London air. I stared at it, numb.
I crumpled to the floor, sobs ripping out of me as I cried uncontrollably.
My whole body shook from the fear of what might happen if I don’t come up with the money.
One million pounds by midnight tomorrow.
Andre dropped to his knees beside me, strong arms pulling me against his chest. "Hey, hey, breathe, A ...
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