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146. Some Good News
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2025-08-30 08:01:13The nausea passed, but the heaviness in my chest didn’t.
I dressed quickly, tucked Sasha’s curls into a neat braid, and loaded her into the backseat of the armored SUV. She chattered the whole drive, clutching her stuffed lion and kicking her little legs against the seat like she was marching in her own parade.By the time we pulled up to the glass-fronted building that bore our name—Ashford Security & Investigations—my coffee-induced panic had dulled to a quiet thrum under my ribs. Four years, and this company had gone from a desk and a handful of old contacts to a sprawling network of field agents, cyber specialists, investigators, and contractors.And now, my daughter walked through those doors like she owned them.“Good morning, Mrs. Ashford,” the receptionist, Lina, greeted, her gaze immediately dropping to the bundle of curls at my side. Her entire face melted. “And good morning, Sasha. My goodness, is that a new dress?”Sasha twir
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Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 146. Some Good News
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