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HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

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For weeks, my life had revolved around possession.

Who owned the coin.

Who owned the hotels.

Who owned the apartment.

Who controlled the company.

Julian believed ownership was proof of worth.

My grandfather believed ownership was responsibility.

I finally understood the difference.

“Cross Continental employs more than four thousand people,” I said.

Naomi nodded.continue reading …

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