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... returning that batch of goods on her account, which somewhat surprised Zevaney Kingsley.
She walked back to the sofa with her phone, crossed her legs as she sat down, and poured herself a glass of Tequila. One hand held the phone, her line of sight still on the text message Jeremiah sent her three minutes ago, while the other hand subconsciously swirled the goblet in her hand.
The brightly colored liquor rippled in the glass.
Zevaney elegantly held the goblet, not in a hu ...
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