Betrayed, I sank into my chair staring across to a man who forever changed my fate. Had he heard nothing I had been saying? This was our third or fourth meeting, but our first with them involved. The great deceivers who wanted me back under their boot heal. When one holds the purse strings they hold the power, and today’s hour wasn’t on my dime. The pre…
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