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stay in your lane, Olivia. You do not understand how things work around here. You never have.”
“It was just my own medical records,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Tyler laughed, a short, barking sound that had no humor in it. “Always looking for an injury report, aren’t you? Trying to get on the disabled list so you do not have to work.”
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