"Your home is the most expensive one in town," I said, my voice shaking but steady. "The biggest I've ever seen. So surely you have security cameras inside, right? To protect such a valuable asset?"Mr. Dawson didn't even look at me. He pulled out his phone, already putting it to his ear. "Yes, Norman, I'm still planning to make the eight o'clock to Singapore. Leave it in my calendar." He waved his free hand dismissively in my direction. "Give it up, Miss Hartwell. You already got your chance, and you wasted it. Now go collect your things from my house and return to whatever dump you came from."He strode toward the door, his phone pressed to his ear, stepping around me to leave as if I was just a piece of furniture.Something inside me snapped, and I moved into his path, blocking the doorway. By then my tears had stopped falling, and of all the conflicting feelings warring in my heart right then, righteous anger was the strongest.A dump? He called my family home a dump? The little
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