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“You let them fire me,” I said.
“My lease is up in six weeks, and I have no income.”
Harold smoothed his tie again, his hand moving in a slow, practiced rhythm.
“You do not need this job,” Harold said softly.
“My house has four bedrooms, and the second floor is nearly finished.”
“You and Mia can move in by the end of the week.”
I stared at him, my hand tightening continue reading …
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