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Sixty-nine
“So what you’re saying is that she’s the representative for the project?” He asked one more time, eyeing his brothers with a dead-serious expression. They both nodded their heads, their faces now looking somewhat sombre. They waited with their hearts in their mouths for the news to sink in because one thing was for sure, the topic was a salty one for him.
Dexter’s face got even harder and he became silent. He gulped down the wine and sighed. “I’m sorry to break it to you now but we didn’t know you would be coming back with her,” Dave apologised sincerely. “We just didn’t think that you would have appreciated to find out about this much later.”
“So, your mutual associate told you about this? Does he know her personally or is positive that it’s her?” Dexter asked coldly, nothing close to th
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