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“You sold it?” Archer’s hands balled into fists. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Ridley pushed herself away from the desk and stood a little straighter. “The money went to a little girl who needed cancer treatment and to an elderly couple about to end up on the street because they can barely afford their rent. You should be happy.”
“I’m not happy!” Archer yelled. “I mean, I’m glad a little girl will get treatment and an elderly couple won’t be homeless, but you could have stolen something else to fund your illegal donations, Ridley. Anything else.”
Ridley stared at him, finally seeing past his anger to the desperation in his eyes. She began to realize that perhaps this really was about more than the fact that she’d stolen something from the all-powerful Davenport family. “It’s th
