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Julia laughed—a low, smoky sound. “You’re paying five figures for a monologue?”

Let me know how you’d like to proceed legally and appropriately.

Grab a snack, set a 24‑minute timer, and prepare to be hooked on a story where every second counts.

“All right,” she said, reaching behind her neck to unzip her dress. “But if we’re doing this, we do it my way. No chairs. No distance. You’re not a client tonight, Ryan. You’re the man Ann trusted enough to tell about me.”

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