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... a wall of black suits. Three men—bulky, stone-faced—and three women just as tall and intimidating, all dressed in tailored black. Grandmother’s staff, obviously. I sighed dramatically, dragging my suitcase behind me as I headed to the checkout counter.
Typical Olivia move. Always fashionably late, just like her morals.
This wasn’t the worst day of my life. No, that title still belongs to the day my perfectly crafted plan blew up in my face. But today was certainly in the running ...
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