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the one where the mediation had begun.

Derek came in thinner, his suit not fitting as well as it used to. He still tried to look impatient, but impatience without leverage is just a man tapping his foot in a room nobody has to leave.

His attorney had changed. The shiny-shoe lawyer was gone. The new one was older and far less theatrical. She looked at continue reading …