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ouston operated. He would cr

ed it open. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. The terrified mother vanished

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," the voice answered, soundi

or. "If you trigger the penalty clause based on Section 4B, I will publicly pull my brand's endorsement and expos

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why you are threatening my company," a low

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nuckles turned white. He recognized her voice. S

a said, her voice steady, refusing to back down. "Your contract is f

iver down her spine. "You're bluffing, consulta

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ice cold. "Alastair gets a one-wee

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, tears welling in his eyes. "E

fingers under the table. She had just tied herself di