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to your twenty-four-year-old assistant, Chloe. You didn’t just cheat on your wife, Mark. You stole from federal clients.”
Mark was hyperventilating now, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles were stark white. He looked at Sarah, his eyes wide, pleading, silently begging for the mercy he had denied her thirty minutes after continue reading …
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