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MIA

My stomach twists.

Slowly, I turn toward him.

He's watching me from behind his desk, his expression calm in a way that makes me far more nervous than if he'd simply frowned.

"What?"

"Sit down."

I hesitate before lowering myself back into the chair.

Rhett rests his forearms on the desk and studies me for a moment. I keep my eyes on the papers in front of him, hoping he'll get straight to whatever he wants to say so I can leave.

Instead, he asks, "What's wrong with you?"

My head lifts. "Nothi
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