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... tins tapping against the marble floor like gunshots. She was wearing a white Chanel suit, the price tag of which could probably cover a person’s year’s rent, and her blonde hair was pulled back tightly in a ponytail that highlighted her sharp cheekbones.
She looked like money, power, and barely controlled rage.
"We need to talk." She didn’t wait for an invitation, taking a chair across from where I sat at the desk. "About your little banker."
I placed the file I’d been an ...
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