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... cted, "which in this palace is long enough to stage a coup or fake a death certificate."
Trevor finally looked up. "You’re slipping. Two minutes and thirty seconds is usually your limit."
Serathine arched a brow. "I like to give men the illusion of privacy before I interrupt."
She crossed to the desk, ignoring the chairs altogether. Instead, she leaned against the edge like she’d been summoned rather than excluded.
Her eyes flicked to the file.
"Did you re ...
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