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... manicured fingers drumming an impatient, irritated rhythm on the glass coffee table.
"Next," Diana drawled, not even bothering to look up.
A young woman walked over and took a seat on the edge of the uncomfortable chair opposite the velvet sofa.
Diana peered over the rim of her sunglasses, performing her signature, agonizingly slow visual sweep.
The woman was dressed in a tailored, pale pink Chanel tweed suit. It was undeniably expensive, but Diana’s eye caught t ...
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