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Chapter twenty nine

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TANISHA

I stood up so fast, the chair screeched against the floor, one leg catching awkwardly. I thought it might actually tip, that would have been poetic. I was almost impressed, really. This man must think he had some commanding spell over me.

“A date,” I repeated, testing the word. “You intentionally made me come all the way down here, made me wait an hour. Held my paycheck hostage.” My eyes lifted to his, steady, dangerous in a quiet way. “For a date?”

Christof leaned back, fingers steeple
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