“Shit,” she mutters under her breath, completely forgetting about me altogether as she scrolls through some PDF with charts and graphs. “He’s going to go ballistic when he sees this.” I’m about to say something when her phone starts ringing. “Called it.” She grimaces. “Do you mind if I take this?” “No. Not at all.” She leaves the kitchen, but her house is less than a thousand square feet, so despite her disappearing into one of the rooms, I can still hear her side of the conversation. “You saw for yourself how people want someone with connections to the town, and your charity events aren’t
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