When Love Was A Lie
He carried an air of calm, intellectual curiosity that was instantly disarming.
"CEO Richard," he said, taking my hand. His grip was firm, and his eyes, a piercing, observant gray, seemed to look past my executive mask. "I’ve spent ten years studying your mother’s ethical charters. I’ve spent the last three weeks studying your 'Mutual Reliance' experiments. You are either the world’s greatest humanitarian or its most sophisticated jailer."
"I’m a woman trying to keep the lights on, Mr. Vance," I replied, feeling an unexpected spark of defensive energy. "Which one do you believe I am?"
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