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Chapter 45: Do I need your permission?
**Third person** He'd lied about everything just to be with Val??! “Hello, hello, Karen?” Layla's voice called out from the receiver. “You may leave,” Karen said to the guard. Her voice was surprisingly calm and steady despite the raging inferno inside. She brought the phone back to her ear. "Are you still there?" Layla asked. "Forget it," Karen mumbled through gritted teeth. Either Layla didn't hear what Karen said or she desperately wanted to remedy the situation because she went on to say, “I know a better way to get Valerie out of here as soon…” “I said forget it!” Karen snapped, interrupting Layla, and the line went dead. Then she stood up and began pacing the length of her office, her fingers running through her hair occasionally. Why their home? Why not a hotel? Wh
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