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Chapter 110

Author: Chloe Laurent
Aiden's POV

Jeffery called before Rosie did.

I was in the middle of a conversation with Marcus about the Delacroix contract, which had demanded my attention for two weeks and that I wasn't going to be able to deal with today either, when Jeffery's name appeared on my screen. I told Marcus I'd call him back and switched calls.

Jeffery didn't say hello.

"She's been placed on administrative leave by the school district. Someone filed a complaint accusing her of selling inappropriate artwork
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