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“They chose to do this publicly,” I said. “They chose to make me look like the ungrateful daughter in front of forty people. I want the truth to come out the same way the lies did.”
Whitmore nodded slowly.
“Then that is how we’ll proceed.”
He told me there was someone else I should meet before Friday.
Patricia Callahan.
She had been my father’s accountant continue reading …
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