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“Ms. Luna. Thank you for coming,” Mr. Barclay said with a grin.
Pilar hadn’t seen the man smile much in the time she worked for him. She’d only met him a couple times, but he was never smiling. He always seemed nice, fair, but not friendly. To see him smile threw her off.
“I’d like to offer you your job back,” he continued.
“What?” she blurted.
Again, he grinned. “Pilar, I wish you could have trusted me and told me what was going on.”
Confused, she nodded. “Um, yeah.”
“I understand why you couldn’t. It makes sense. When your contact was here yesterday, he said it was a matter of national security that you stay quiet. And when he said there could have been a threat to the school if you went to work… You risked your job for these kids. That’s the kind of person we need here.”
“Um,
