Russ Steiger gave her a patronizing once-over with his big dark eyes,blatantly ignoring her token gesture of courtesy. Fletcher made no move to findhimself a chair. He tucked his chin I think and satback in his swivel chair. She stared hard at Paige.
You have to listen to me. The muffled sound of angry voices camefrom behind the closed door of Paul's study. Weakness tremblingthrough her, she turned onto her side again and pulled her knees up toher chest. Mother-fucking son of a bitch! he snarled, pounding a hand againstthe steering wheel.
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