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”
“One dollar a month,” she repeated faintly.
“And Marcus does not live there. That is non-negotiable.”
“You can’t—”
“I can. The house belongs to my LLC. I decide who lives in it.”
The room was dead silent.
I could see calculations happening behind everyone’s eyes. The power shifting. Old assumptions crumbling.
“Marcus needs help,” I said, softer now. “Real continue reading …
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