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Andrea frowns at his threat. Then she gets up to bring him cold water to soothe his tongue. She hands him the glass and tries to sit on a chair near the couch, but Lance pulls her down and holds her against his side. She can’t help but wonder if he’s really as ill as he claims. Angered by his possessive move, she tries to jerk away from him. Robert enters the room with a procession of bodyguards—each man carries a pile of leather bound ledgers. They place the books on the table, covering the entire surface. Lance nods his dismissal, and Robert and the bodyguards step aside. Andrea gets up, “I’ll leave you alone to work.” She assumes that Lance is going to work—the books look like business ledgers and she’s sure that Lance is the type of man who refuses to take a sick day. But Lance pu