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Chapter Forty-Three: The Conversation
KAMERON I couldn't shake the feeling of dread over my meeting with my father and the board. I was glad that I had already had a good workout in the gym before the call. I was feeling pretty sore and exhausted by the time I rolled back into my room, ready to get a shower. I had stood up on my own feet and I had taken a few shuffling, faltering steps, but it didn't feel like a victory. I was still supporting almost all of my weight on my arms. I had a long way to go, and now I had my father and the board breathing down my neck and rushing me. How much progress can I make in two weeks? On top of that was the niggling anxiety that I would not be safe once I left the villa and the island. Once I flew back to New York, I would be back in the public eye. I could hire more security, but the ri
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