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I can call you Cat can’t I? I understand that all of your close associates do. Overwhelmed by Alison’s charisma and assertive personality, despite her desire not to like her, Catrina didn’t respond. Alison took Catrina’s arm and steered her towards the door. In the hotel’s lobby, Alison led Catrina out the main entrance. I don’t want anyone overhears apartamente noi bucuresti this conversation. Alison’s kept her voice low. The cold night air bit at Catrina’s bare shoulders. What kind of whack job is she to drag me outside in this weather? We have an internal problem at my company, Alison began.

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I’m going to need a little more information, Catrina said. Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow? We can talk in a more comfortable, confidential setting. Alison Clarke took the Sixth Avenue South exit off of I-5. She turned her silver-gray Acura MDX south on Sixth Avenue and apartamente de vanzare bucuresti followed her GPS to Massachusetts Street. You have arrived at your destination. She liked to call her GPS Sally. Sally now told her, The address is on the right. Not at all what Alison expected. Apparently, Cat Flaherty’s office was in an old warehouse. A row of loading docks was to the left; up a few concrete steps a heavy glass door appeared to be the entrance.

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