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ost clients, a decent parking spot. She folded her hands. If you th

red director in the corner glanced at Chri

s try another way. Ask me w

gn the trans

told you about the boxes. You would've let me buy your shares for

toward the edge, but if she stopped now, she had s

nt received from the Hart Client Trust Account, four point two million d

spoke, she real

ted, just enough, like a sh

t, he said. And that date didn't app

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mph in his voice just something e

e only one who looked like he had slept in his suit, set down

et, E

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ong she could hear the rain

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dropped

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e late chairman, name carved into brass in t

happened to Benjamin Hart

ords came out harder than she me

ened. My father was bu

turned

s client money. Those grey eyes burned. Either the system is broken or my father came back from the grave to rob a client trust. I've spent eleven mont

e cream coloured page seem

ansfer. And a seal t

asked you here. If your father left anything behind, anythin

s, suspicion haunted her. Now, a billionaire in

knew, somewhere in that family, a n

I trust you

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gone from his

gap she saw Reed in the corridor, hand pre

t when Christian sa

certainty, that word of this meeting was