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She had overheard me in their office, f*****g begging to get rid of her. I’d asked her how long she’d been standing outside the door, and she had made me believe she hadn’t eavesdropped. She’d lied. What she didn’t know was why I had asked them to reassign her, how the guilt of f*****g her that night at the bar was too much for me to stomach. And, goddamn it, I still wasn’t ready to tell her the truth. We were both lying. But instead of admitting that, I said, “What would be more important?” She was quiet for a moment. “Protecting my heart.” We sat around the large dining table in Jenner’s suite. Each of us, including Walter, had a folder in front of us that my team had put together. A heavy stack of paperwork, which included blueprints and land surveys and permits along with aerial
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