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Don’t worry about Ashley. Brandon says she’s on board. She just needs to be managed. I closed the laptop, set it on the nightstand, turned off the light. “Manage this, Karen,” I whispered into the dark. At 7:45 the next morning, Jennifer’s silver Accord pulled into the Hampton Inn parking lot. I was already outside, suitcase in one hand, a manila envelope continue reading …
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