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I looked at Chloe, who was now crying, black mascara running down her cheeks in rivers.
“You failed,” I said simply. “Both of you.”
I reached into the black box and pulled out a second document. It was a single sheet of cream-colored paper with the Apex letterhead embossed at the top—paper so expensive it practically glowed.
“And Chloe? Regarding your continue reading …
