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... slamming shut behind me. I didn’t bother waiting for the elevator; I hit the stairwell, my boots thudding against the concrete steps as I took them three at a time.
I reached the floor below and rounded the corner into the hallway. The shouting was much louder here, the wood of Eleanor’s door vibrating with the force of the argument inside.
"I told you I don’t have it, Mark! Get out!" Eleanor’s voice was a frantic scream.
I stepped up to the door and didn’t hesitate. I b ...
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