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“When,” she asked quietly, “did you say this?”
Mark looked at her, mouth opening, then closing.
Mark turned toward me, rage and disbelief colliding. “You planned this.”
“No,” I said. “You did. I just stopped covering for you.”
One of the senior partners—Mr. Caldwell, a man who had built his reputation on integrity—folded his hands. “Mark,” he said evenly, “we’ll be pausing discussions effective immediately.”
Mark’s face collapsed inward, like a structure losing its supports.
Serena looked at me then, really looked at me. “He told me you were bitter,” she said softly. “That you wanted to see him fail.”
I shook my head. “I wanted peace. He wanted applause.”
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