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the edge.
“Mr. Harrison, your badge is” she began.
“I need to speak with Catherine Morrison.” He held up the card.
That bought him one beat of uncertainty before Derek’s voice came from across the lobby. “He needs to leave.” Derek was moving toward him, jaw set, the crease between his eyebrows fully engaged.
“He’s no longer an employee,” Derek said. “I’ve continue reading …
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