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“Sorry. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Wait,” he said, grasping her upper arm and stopping her. “I don’t understand. Why do you have to change?”
Helen sighed. She bet he wouldn’t chase after ‘Helen’ like that, but he couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when ‘Vera’ was involved. “Look, Mark. Do you remember our conversation in the elevator? This person you see in front of you isn’t the real me. It isn’t anything like me. It’s a fabrication, a facade—nothing. It’s professional bunkum. Surely, you must understand that. It’s a show. I know you must put on a show when you’re doing your public relations thing, so you should know exactly what
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