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distance.

Julian moved closer to the front, but he did not interfere.

This was mine.

Grant took another step toward me.

Security took one toward him.

Daniel’s voice cut through the room.

“Mr. Whitaker, please remain where you are.”

Grant looked at Daniel with pure outrage. “I own this hotel.”

“No, sir,” Daniel said. “You operated it.”

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