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**Third person** Karen stormed into her office, slamming the door behind her. She paced back and forth, her anger boiling over as Valerie's words replayed in her mind. *Amelia said the same thing on Friday. Guess who's going to sleep in a cell tonight?* Karen's fist clenched, and she gritted her teeth. “How dare she threaten me?” she thundered, her hands flying to her table. And object after object, she tossed them at the wall before finally swiping all the papers off the table. Then suddenly, she stopped and picked up her phone, her mind drifting to the bastard who told her that the job was done, that Valerie was dead. "Answer," she growled into the receiver as soon as he picked up. A hesitant voice spoke on the other end. "Ma'am?" "Why is she still alive?" Karen demanded. There