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No! No, don’t put me on hold—” Mac huffed. “Goddamn effing asstards,” she muttered under her breath.
I looked over the length of my desk at Mac. She was sitting opposite me at her own. Her lips were flattened and her knuckles white gripping the phone. It only took two weeks to get used to her feisty, take charge attitude, maybe because she reminded me a little of Lucy. Lucy could be a lioness, but apparently …

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