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Chapter Forty-Five:

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Julian's POV

Jo presented the brownstone options to the client on Friday.

She took me with her. Not as support, she didn't need support. As someone who needed to see how the conversation between architect and client actually worked.

The client was a woman named Patricia, a retired academic, who had bought the brownstone specifically because of the compromised east wall that everyone else had walked away from. She wanted it fixed correctly or not at all.

Jo laid out both options without editoria
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