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—I need your help, —he pleaded. —You know investors trust you. You can fix this.
Sarah looked up from her desk, calm and collected.
“Why should I help you, Mr. Adams?” she asked seriously.
That’s when he got up and left the envelope on the table. Inside were photos of them from ten years ago—she pregnant, he with Tiffany—and the copy of the old business documents he’d brought with him. His eyes widened as he finally recognized her. “You?” he asked.
“Yes,” Sarah said in a low voice. “You made me leave everything behind. Now you’ll know what that feels like.”
David remained silent. The empire he had built with greed and betrayal had already collapsed, and now this day who had controlled it.
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