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The room is ultra-modern. Milky white walls are embellished with a few small paintings and a large black and white beach portrait of myself in a bikini. Most furnishing is a serene shade of blue and tranquil white. A sofa bed stands in the middle of the room, and a set couches near the great window. "Now what, Mia?" I breathe, pushing myself away from the door. I drop my bag on the bed, take off my sneakers, and lie down facing the elegant crystal bulb chandelier dangling from the ceiling above. I'm mentally exhausted but I think I need to make a few calls before I decide on what to do next. I pick my bag and grab my mobile. "Declan," I murmur into the phone, seated straight on the bed. "A meeting tomorrow. I'm back." My voice means business. "Oh, sure. I was meaning to call
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