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“I’m sorry, Regan,” she whispered. I hugged her back. “Watch your back, Quanna,” I warned her. “You were right about Flo. She’s poison.” As I walked out of the coffee shop, I didn’t feel sad or angry. Relieved maybe. But I didn’t care if I ever went back in there again. And except to get my last paycheck, I never did. ______ Daniel looked up when I came into the apartment. “Hey. You’re home early.” He stood up and kissed me before leading me over to sit on the sofa. “You look tired. Come sit. Are you feeling okay?” I nodded. “Yes. I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” “Yep. Tony let me off early. And permanently.” “What does that mean?” “He fired me.” “What? Why?” “I can tell you in one word. Debbie.” He frowned. “Debbie? When did you see her? Today?” I nodded. “Yep. She came into the c