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“Letters?”
For the first time, Marisol looked directly at him.
There it was—a hesitation. Small, but unmistakable.
“You look older, Rafael,” she said.
He offered a sad smile. “Thirty years will do that.”
For an instant, her composure nearly slipped.
“I wrote to the company’s legal department,” she said.
Carmen looked toward their general counsel, Daniel continue reading …
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