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Chapter 23: Moving Day... I guess

"Holy crap. What is that?" The car jostles over a pothole and I twist in my seat to get a better view of the massive moving truck parked in front of our townhouse. It wider than my home. When Vincent said the movers would be here tonight, I didn't realize he planned to hire a semi-truck. How much stuff does he think we own?

"That's your moving truck," Davis says, looking in the rearview mirror like I'm a moron.

I sigh and rub a hand over my temple, worried about the headache that started around three o'clock today when Vincent made me hand edit a report that came from accounting. And then he made me do it again since I didn't use a red pen the first time. "I know it's a moving truck, but for whom? Does he plan to move the whole complex?"

Davis stops the town car and as usual I get out of the backseat before giving him time to open my door. It's a ridiculous gesture. I'm capable of opening my own door. Right now bigger issues are happening in my life.

The door to my townhouse is
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