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Court
The office was abuzz, and yet it was all white noise. Just a whirl of activity that I couldn’t process. Camera crew setting up for the shot, lighting blinding my new desk, hair and makeup floating about, a flurry of very important people for the company chattering behind the spotlight. It all felt… surreal.
I couldn’t believe we’d whipped all of this together in a matter of days. The photo shoot and interview that would release, following this announcement. The interior designers had practically re-created my father’s office down to the desk I stood before and the circular rug under my feet.
It made me want to vomit.
Had someone given them a picture? It had to have been deliberate. It was too coincidental. I suspected my mother od tampering. It wasn’t English’s style.
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