CHAPTER 17: FRACTURES
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FRACTURES

Vanessa did her best to arrange her messy hair, button her shirt and clean off the excess lipstick smeared across her cheeks as she walked across the lobby. Her heels struck the marble floor with sharp clicks, announcing her presence to whoever was nearby.

“Oh, hold… hold on,” Sebastian muttered as he hurried after her, one step behind. “Vanessa, please… whoa.” He did his best juggling her purse, tablet and everything she hadn't realized she was dropping into his arms.

“Ms. Reeds,
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