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Knowing that more persuasion wouldn’t work well for her, Veronica nodded, doing her best to hide her disappointment. She finished working on his button and stepped back.

He walked past her to his desk and got behind it. His face was the usual unreadable, stony mask, like they carved it out of granite. But there was a relaxation to him that wasn’t there before, Veronica thought. Her brows knotted i