The Maid’s Daughter Who Stopped a $250 Million Lie Before the Pen Fell

He would have loved the purpose.

Ava stepped closer to Mr. Whitcomb.

She held out her hand.

Not like a child asking for candy.

Like a person making a promise.

“Okay,” she said. “But I have one condition.”

Mr. Whitcomb took her hand.

“What is your condition?”

“I want to start with the compass.”

His laugh filled the library again.

“Of course you do.”

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