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my eye across the table and winked.
Actually winked.
“Brought a pen this time?” he asked.
I did not answer.
I smoothed my navy blazer, the same one I wore to important client meetings, the one I had bought with my own money after my first promotion, and waited.
Whitmore closed the door and took his place at the head of the table.
“Shall we begin?”
I want continue reading …
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