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Another pause.
“I need to see you.”
My heart began racing.
“It’s about Michael.”
I gripped the phone harder.
Daniel lowered his voice.
For several seconds I couldn’t speak.
“Yes.”
I felt confused.
“That’s not something I want to discuss over the phone.”
The anxiety in his voice was unmistakable.
“You needed to see it before the authorities did.”
I felt my pulse hammering in my ears.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ll explain everything,” he replied.
“Please come to my office.”
That night I barely slept.
My mind raced through countless possibilities.
Was Michael involved in something illegal?
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