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The door of Stanton’s office slammed open and bounced off the wall. “Are you out of your ever-loving mind?” came a voice, trembling with rage.
His gaze lifted off the memorandum he was working on and landed on Sage, clenching her briefcase against her chest as if to prevent herself from launching over his desk and attacking him.
“Is this some sort of revenge?” she ranted. “You go after a woman that’s like a little sister to me as payback for calling off the marriage? I swear, Stanton, I knew you were twisted, but this is beyond the pale.”
Sammi had texted him yesterday with an update after her “talk” with Sage and Kingdom, so he was only surprised the confrontation had come so late in the day. He glanced at the wooden clock on his desk. Just past noon. His jaw ticked at the thought
