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After Brad’s malicious hint, Evie knew he was planning something for the coalition meeting. But still, it came as a shock when she walked into the back room of Don Pedro’s, their traditional meeting place, and saw everyone’s sober faces. Even though she was ten minutes early, judging by the empty glasses littering the table, everyone else had been there for some time.
The Jupiter Point Business Coalition, which had just elected her president, was meeting behind her back.
She scanned the faces of the other business owners, but no one met her eyes. Mrs. Murphy looked as if she might burst into tears.
Evie cleared her throat. For the second time that day, she felt as if her voice had been stolen from her. “Why are you all meeting without me? I’m the president.”
Jack Drummond, the form
