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Far below, traffic moved like beads of light through the wet streets.
“We are not giving you one billion dollars,” she said.
Marisol nodded. “I know.”
Carmen blinked. “You know?”
“I knew the moment I saw his face.” Marisol looked at Rafael. “I thought I came prepared. I thought I could stand tall and make demands. Then I saw you sitting in that chair, continue reading …
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