Chapter Sixteen
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I didn't doubt Angela would follow through on her threat.
She knew – things – about me; the result of a business trip that had involved too much whiskey, and an ill-conceived attempt at stress relief.
The next morning found me with a hangover, a trick with an obsession and a big mouth, and the need to cover my ass.
Angela had cleaned up the aftermath for me, and never spoken of it again, but if I crossed her . . .
Well, let's just say, that rumors without fact make you interesting.
When there's a measure of truth, you're a deviant.
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