The Fortress at the Graveside

looping her arm through Darren’s, “Darren has been very generous. He’s willing to offer you a position at his firm.”

A murmur rippled through the room.

“You could discharge,” she continued, her tone syrupy. “Be his executive assistant. Filing, scheduling, making coffee. It’s a nice job. Better than pretending to be something you’re not.”

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