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“I wondered when this would happen.” Sue Hatchman’s lips formed a flat line, her tight expression similar to a headmistress ready to scold a wayward pupil.
Agathe sank deeper into her chair, attention swerving to a cloudless Melbourne sky outside the private office window at Slate and King.
Though her tummy gave a heavy kick of guilt, she cleared her throat and dove into the discussion. Whatever happened next wouldn’t make much difference to her current sense of being a shitty person. “What would happen?”
Sue gave a calculated shrug. “You’d crack.”
Agathe blinked, though she already counted on adding losing her job to her mudslide of recent fuckups. “You saw yesterday coming?”
“Sure.” Sue wove a pointed finger through the air, gesturing to the world at large. “Though, what with th
