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” I called. “Prepare the car. Call the legal team. And call the District Attorney’s office. Tell them we have a fraud case ready to hand over.”
I walked to the closet in my office. I took off the pilling thrift-store sweater. I put on a black Armani suit, diamond studs, my hair pulled back tight. I looked at myself in the mirror.
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