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2026-10-12 18:00:27"Yes." She didn't soften it and didn't harden it. "Go to Whitfield. Today, before the investigation gets to the access logs on its own."
She went back into her apartment. Dani was in the kitchen now, showered and dressed, coffee in hand, registering Mia's expression with the accuracy she'd been deploying all week. "Naomi's in the apartment two doors down," Mia said. "She's been here the whole time." Dani set her mug down. "You talked to her."
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Clara was quiet for a moment. Not deciding, she'd already decided, more like she was checking the decision against something internal before she said it out loud."I want the revised finding," she said. "I want the record to say the complaint was substantially accurate. That's what I came here for originally, before Morrison complicated it." She looked at Mia. "The claim was always a means to that end. If I have the end, I don't need the means.""Then yes.""Then yes." She reached into the tote bag. Not the photograph this time. A folded piece of paper, the kind she'd produced from the bag before under different circumstances.She held it out.Mia took it. Unfolded it.It was a printout of an email. Clara's solicitor's letterhead. The communication from the university's legal team, formal and measured, the offer laid out in clean institutional language.She read to the bottom. The signatory was not Whitfield's office.
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