I Let My Sister Talk Herself Into the Fire

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The Performance

By 9:00 the boardroom was full.

Long walnut table. City spread behind the glass. Carafes of coffee lined up beside silver pitchers of water no one ever touched until the meeting went bad. The kind of room where voices get calm right before they turn ugly.

Rebecca came in last except for outside counsel.

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