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Cutter pointed to Whistle and then to the office door. “You. Outside. I’ve got business with Sage. I’ll get you for your appointment when I’m done.”
“Brother, it’s freezing out there. Why can’t I wait here?”
“’Cause I said so.” He narrowed his eyes. “And don’t call me brother until I give you permission.”
Sliding over to a seat farther from Greta’s desk, Whistle promised, “I won’t talk to her.”
“Did I f*****g stutter? I don’t give two f***s what you say. Out!”
Without another word, Whistle flew out of the waiting room. Walking to Sage’s office, Cutter opened the door and swept his arm out for her to enter before him. Over his shoulder, he caught Greta’s bared teeth before she masked it quickly with a saccharine smile. He winked at her before clicking the door closed behind him.
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