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So did the nurse you threatened. So did the police officer your chief transferred to night duty after he tried to file the real report.”
My pregnant daughter ran into my office, her face covered in fresh b:ruises. Her husband, a beloved local politician, casually strolled in behind her, shutting the door.
Grant looked toward the door.
The guards moved slightly.
Not blocking him.
Just reminding him that every exit now belonged to consequences.
His phone began buzzing. Then mine. Then Elena’s.
