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Genius in her own way, she was also perverted in the truest sense of the word; she was so distorted, her heart so corrupted by the desire for money and power, she could never truly love. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so sad. Judging by the way Marguerite had said “we,” Ember knew her stepsisters would be tagging along. The Tweedies never missed an opportunity to eat. “Marguerite, it’s Monday. I have to work—” A truly frightening cackle came over the line. “Work! Oh, dear, that’s rich! That’s too, too rich!” Ember removed the phone from her ear and stared at it as if it had sprouted horns. Too rich? Who talked like that? And what had this woman on the other end of the line done with her evil stepmother? “Ten o’clock, September, don’t be late. And try to look presentable, will
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