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... st twenty minutes and realized she hadn’t absorbed a single word.
Her mind was still trapped in the echo of her husband’s voice.
He had stood in the doorway of this very office, adjusting his silk tie with a flourish that felt entirely too rehearsed.
"Heena, darling," he had purred, his voice wrapped in that careful, rehearsed concern.
"I’ve just had a few urgent departmental matters to attend. Truly tedious stuff. Don’t wait up for me; you know how these ’emerg ...
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