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My computer dinged, and an email from Walter appeared on my screen. Even though I was working on several other cases, he wasn’t just my most needy client; he was also my highest paying. No matter what time or day he reached out, I made myself available. Like now. I clicked on the email, reading his list of questions, the demandingness of his tone prickling my nerves. “Declan?” I finished reviewing his list of needs, each one adding to this nagging feeling in my chest, one that made me gnaw my lip. “What?” I looked over at her, realizing I was snapping at the wrong person. “Jesus.” “Don’t even tell me you’re going to turn into an asshole right now.” God, that f*****g mouth. I wanted to remind her that I was still her boss. But I held in my breath instead, working the anger through m
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