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Just Because We Do What We Do	By : gallygaskins Category: G through L > Hustle Views: 1283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Ash Morgan paced the living room, his hands deep in his trouser pockets bunching his jacket up around his waist. “Albert, we’re gonna miss the first race,” his usually cool demeanour fading rapidly with each second that passed by.

Emma looked up towards him, her temporarily discarded magazine lying in her lap, “you ok, Ash? You seem a bit agitated.”

In truth, he didn’t really know what he was feeling. Although Albert’s unexpected invitation to join him at the races had been welcoming, Ash still couldn’t shake the feeling that there was some ulterior motive. Albert never asked him to join him unless there was a very good reason for it. Perhaps his head was way out of kilter on this one, but then it seemed a little coincidental with the also similarly unexpected return of Danny and Stacey. What was going on? He dropped his head in his usual gesture, “I’m fine, Em, nothing to worry about. Could just do with a day off.” She smiled briefly before returning to her article on the latest Jimmy Choo’s.

He looked at his watch, the crows feet at his eyes contracting as he inspected the intricate gold hands moving effortlessly around the black numerals and white face of the only possession he’d been given after his father had passed away. He sighed, thinking back to the time he’d received it from his sister, marking the last occasion he had ever seen her as well. “Em, would you miss Sean if he wasn’t here?”

Briefly looking up from the magazine she smirked, “of course, he’s my brother.”

“But surely it must get a bit ... claustrophobic sometimes.”

She sat back, her attention now fully on Ash. “Sometimes, but it does living with all of you on occasion. Sometimes it would just be nice to have this place all to myself.”

He let out a breath, “yeah. So what if you met someone?”

“Impossible, I’m a grifter. We have to be able to walk away from situations in seconds, remember? Besides you already know the answer to that, you were married.”

“Didn’t last though, did it?”

“Any particular reason?” She asked sympathetically.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, his eyebrows sky bound, “June was a good friend, the best.”

“Friends don’t always make the best lovers.” She smiled absently, thinking of another such friend.

“No, but they do make great ham, tomato and mustard sandwiches,” he said grinning, his arms now crossing his chest, “never been able to get them right since she left.”

“She left you?” He nodded, “ever ask her why?”

He nodded again, “yeah, she told me that in my heart I loved another.”

“And did you?”

Emma was able to read it in his face before he said anything, his smile giving him completely away, “yeah, but I blew it. Didn’t know how I felt about her until it was too late. Found out she’d married someone else, had a kid with him and all.” The latest sigh was the heaviest of the lot. “Do you know why I keep doing this?”

“Because you’re our fixer.” Emma exclaimed, he shook his head, “because you enjoy it?” She asked hopefully.

“Nah, it’s ‘cause I’ve got nothing else to do. Oh, listen to me please. Yeah, I do love it and it’s the only way I know to make money. But I still thought that I’d be married by now, maybe even with a family of my own.”

“You’ve still got plenty of years in you, Ash.”

“Have I? Don’t see it myself. Can’t even remember the last time I had a proper date?”

“Perhaps you need a break? A little alone time in order to recharge those batteries?”

“Well today will be a start then, if Albert will hurry up.” He said raising his voice on the last bit of his sentence.

The older man rushed out of his room particularly flustered and very apologetic, “I’m sorry Ash, Sean was in the bathroom for so long I thought he’d taken root. We really do need to get a bigger suite; one bathroom between four alpha males just isn’t enough.”

Emma smiled sweetly, “you could’ve used mine, Albert.”

“Oh no, my dear, a woman’s boudoir is a domain I never venture into, too personal. You never know what you might find in there.”

Ash laughed, “can’t believe you’d turn red rustling through a ladies knicker drawer, Albert?”

Albert sidled up to Ash, his hand patting Ash’s shoulder, “it’s not the knickers you have to worry about, that’s extremely enjoyable most of the time. It’s all the other stuff. Makes a man quite perplexed.” He headed for the door, a much more relaxed Ash following close behind still giggling. “Come on, my boy. We’ll never make the first race if we don’t hurry.”

As the door struck the latch, Emma got up, her attention now on one thing. Finding out what exactly was going on. Strolling out onto the balcony she took a seat waiting for Mickey to strike up a conversation but nothing was forthcoming from the man in his usual pose, looking out across the city. She decided to try herself. “The sky is full of pink windmills and my mother was actually a transvestite named Ralph.”

“Sorry,” was the response, Mickey’s stance unchanging.

“I said ...”

He turned, his beautiful dark eyes searing into hers making her heart leap into her mouth, “I know what you said, I just wondered why you said it?” He asked, before beaming at her.

Another jump of her heart and butterflies in her stomach, she straightened her hem, her eyes leaving his. She hoped it would buy her enough time to regain some control, “Ash seems a bit under the weather.”

“Oh, how so?” Mickey took a seat next to her.

She closed her eyes; his proximity to her was now way beyond the comfort level that she was used to. She needed to stop this before it got out of hand. “I think he needs a break.”

“Do you? Why?”

“He doesn’t seem himself, he’s remorseful.”

“Remorseful? Ash?”

“Yes. Telling me how he’d always imagined being married with kids by now and that it hadn’t worked out with June because he was in love with another woman. A woman that he didn’t know he loved until she’d got married and had a kid of her own.”

“Interesting.”

Emma sat back a little, her face questioning him, “interesting?”

Mickey smirked, “yes, you’ll see why soon enough. And, if you think Ash could benefit from a few days off then we’ll make sure he gets it. We’ve got extra help coming in on this next con anyway.” Emma knew there was no point asking anything more of Mickey on that point so didn’t bother. “Em, wouldn’t you like to get married one day? Have a family?”

“I’ve got one already, I’m still bringing Sean up.”

Mickey laughed, “we’re all bringing Sean up.” His tone changed once more, “have you ever thought about it.”

“Have you? Again?”

“Actually, I’ve thought of little else in the last twenty four hours. A friend I hadn’t seen in a while ...”

Emma didn’t like the way this was going, “oh yes?”

He smiled, he could always recognise Emma’s jealousy, he’d seen it so often before in both Emma and Stacie, “yes, well, she’s back, for a while, and I’ve been thinking about spending some time with her. Would you mind?”

‘Yes’. “No, of course not Mickey. We’re free to do as we please; we’re not tied to one another or anything, are we?”

“No, we’re not.” He said a little regretfully, it wasn’t only Ash that didn’t seem to have what he wanted. “I just wanted to make sure that you’re ok with it.”

“Mickey, we’re only human, we’ve all got needs. Except Ash, who must be super human because we never seem to see him with any ladies.” She smiled up at him briefly, “he definitely needs to unwind, get those ideas out of his system, and take lots of women to bed. He’s not a bad looking man and he’s got plenty of charisma, I’m sure in the right place they’d flock round him.”

“Em, that’s not his style.”

“Maybe he should just get himself a girlfriend for a bit then instead. Take her away on long dirty weekends. Maybe I’ll suggest that to him.”

“Leave him be, he’ll find his own way.” Mickey’s hand steadied on her arm, his mouth by her ear he whispered, “you never answered my question.”

She looked him dead in the eye, “I guess I would one day, I always imagined having someone love me and look after me, have a kid or two. But not yet, I’m far too young for that.”

Mickey’s hand cupped her cheek, their foreheads touching. “Yes, you are,” he said, the meaning behind his words conveying a message that she didn’t want to hear him say but knowing it to be true. She was too young ... for him. She pulled away, springing up from her seat and moving back towards the suite. She looked back briefly understanding too well that they would never likely fall in love as she had hoped for for so long now. She knew, surprisingly, how Ash felt and immediately regretted any decision she had made about not spending time with Mickey. After all, if life wasn’t for living then what the hell was everyone doing here? This was where it stopped, if Mickey didn’t want her she’d find someone that did, and she’d see if she could help Ash into the bargain.

A loud banging was heard on the front door as she crossed the threshold into the room, she could hear voices as Sean allowed Mickey’s guests to enter and knew that he was now hovering behind her awaiting their arrival upstairs in the living room. Mickey slid past her meeting his guests at the top of the stairs and bringing them over to introduce them to her.

A hand shot out in front of a vertically challenged man with sandy coloured hair and bright blue eyes. “Danny Blue’s the name and grifting’s the game!” he said, grinning as a loud female groan was heard behind him.

“Did you think of that all by yourself?” Emma smirked although taking his hand and shaking it heartily, “Emma Kennedy.”

“Enchante, Emma.” Pulling her arm towards him he kissed her knuckles.

“I don’t sleep with people I work with.”

Danny’s grin faded, dropping her hand he pouted shooting a derisory look at the other woman in the room who was deep in a private conversation with Mickey. “Where have I heard that before? Is it another grifter rule that I’ve not heard about?”

Emma was less than pleased about the situation herself realising that the friend Mickey had been referring to must have been the beautiful woman that now stood before her, all legs and long brown hair. She couldn’t compete with that. “And you are?” She tried to keep her tone as light as possible.

“Stacie Munroe, Mickey and I go way back.”

“Right,” she tried at nonchalance but that wasn’t working either. “Emma Kennedy, pleased to meet you.”

“Oh, Kennedy?” Stacie pointed towards Sean, beaming. She was definitely sharp.

“Yeah, Sean is my younger brother.” If Stacie wanted to eat him for breakfast then Emma would make her think twice. But with the simpering looks she was still giving Mickey there was obviously only one bed Ms Munroe wanted to find herself in. Emma looked to Mickey, “do you think we could get down to business? Perhaps you could start by letting Sean and I know why Albert and Ash have gone out and Stacie and Danny are here in their place.” She took her usual spot on the sofa, he brother taking the chair and draping his lean figure over it.

Mickey took a seat next to Emma who physically moved a good six inches away from him. “Stacie, would you like to take the lead?”

Stacie took some papers and photographs from her bag and handed them to Sean, he looked through them before passing them to Emma. “Oh my God.” Emma exclaimed, as quietly as she could.

“You could say that, Danny and I decided that there needed to be some hard evidence so we took these before we left,” Stacie’s smile had faded. “That woman is an extremely good friend of mine and Mickey’s. In fact she became a part of the crew about twelve or thirteen years ago alongside Albert and Ash as well. She came and found me last week begging me to help her.”

“What does she want?” Sean asked, wincing at the pictures whilst looking at them a second time.

“She wants her life back, Sean. She wants her freedom. She also wanted her son to be kept safe.”

“The boy staying with Eddie?” Emma suggested.

“Yes, there are no flies on you, are there Emma?” Stacie gave the blonde the once over.

Mickey shot Emma a winning smile, “no, she’s a very smart cookie.” He turned his attention back to Stacie, “reminds me a bit of you.”

“Charmer!” Stacie returned his look, “anyway, I’m hoping by now that Albie has managed to speak to her in order to make arrangements for her to come home.”

Emma turned her attention to her brother, “were you holding Albert up this morning by taking ages in the bathroom?”

A quick flash of anger pierced Sean’s face, “no! Why?”

She turned back to the group. “I would suggest he has, kept Ash waiting for nearly half an hour this morning before they went off to the meet.”

“Albert’s taken Ash to the races?” It was now Danny’s turn to wince, “hope he’s got lots of cash on him.”

“Yes, well,” Stacie attempted to get the focus back, “her name is Imogen Baxter, was Baxter, now Liakos, she married a Greek bastard by all accounts who regularly takes pleasure beating her up.”

Danny rifled through some of the pictures and picked out one passing it back around the group. “See that burn?” They all nodded, “Liakos was about to punish the boy for ... well for being a boy doing boyish things. Realising that Tom might be subjected to a similar fate to what she was already used to she pleaded to take the punishment herself. He, er?” Uncomfortable with what he was about to say he turned to Stacie for support but she was already unable to help, tears flooding over her cheeks. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, “He stripped her top off of her in front of everyone, underwear too, a hired thug on either side of her keeping her still. He got his cigar and well he did that.” Pointing at the spherical puckering on her skin. “Liakos made her son watch.”

“Shit,” Sean sat back into his chair, “what kind of man does that to a woman?”

Mickey agreed, “I’ve often wondered about that myself, he’s obviously a bully.”

Emma looked up from the picture, her heart in her mouth, “it’s more than that, it’s about power and control.” She hesitated for a few moments. “So where does Ash come into all of this, unless of course, she’s the woman that he didn’t know he loved until it was too late.”

“God, even she knows something?” Danny piped up.

“Only what Ash told me this morning, I’ve just put two and two together ...”

Mickey smiled at her, a friendly hand resting on her knee, “and come up with five, as usual.” He stood up taking the lead, “I knew Imogen from school, and she was very creative, set for great things. Whatever she put her mind to she achieved, her exam results were exceptional, so much so that she won a place at Oxford. The next time I met her was when Albert had heard great things about her and how rich she was becoming, I set my sights on getting back at the girl that had stood me up at a school disco.” Danny sniggered, Mickey carried on, “Albert attempted to rope her but she wasn’t having any of it. Knowing that she would recognise me we sent Ash in to try and work his magic. She called his bluff and asked to see me, telling Ash that she’d expected a little more from the great Mickey Bricks.”

“She knew what you were up to?” Sean asked.

Mickey nodded, “I took her out to dinner, asked how she knew and she told me that I should never underestimate her. She was right too, within two days she bought us a mark and worked the inside with me. She had the mark so screwed up in knots he didn’t know whether he was coming or going and we got more out of him than we ever planned to. She had a knack of making anything seem positively glorious with her manipulation of the English language. I even had to insist she dumbed down a bit on some jobs.” He laughed, thinking back to a time when she’d managed to blind them all with her jargon.

“I remember that,” Stacie joined in, “shame she wasn’t any good at hypnotism. She had Ash reeling for weeks after she’d tried explaining the intricate workings of the circuit diagram of a cordless kettle, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm, that’s right,” he giggled, “she’d told him that it could be wired up to make some kind of solar energy saving device, but of course it couldn’t. It kept Ash happy for weeks though, every spare minute he had he’d go over the thing just to make sure that he was right. When he finally swallowed his pride and asked her about it she told him that she’d give him the answer if he took her to dinner.”

“I’m guessing dinner wasn’t the only thing she got?” Danny piped up.

“It was on that occasion, yes. But it didn’t take the two of them long to become as thick as thieves and eventually the predictable happened and they got together.”

“It was very sweet actually,” Stacie conveyed, “they were great together, I thought it wouldn’t be long before I’d have to buy a hat. That was until Ash ...” She stopped suddenly.

Emma looked up from the photographs she’d still been studying, “Until Ash what?”

Mickey took up the tale once more, “until Ash decided that he wasn’t good enough for her.”

“That he was too old for her.” Stacie cut in.

“That they just weren’t right together. He talked himself into believing he didn’t want her and when he realised he did really love her, she’d disappeared. It wasn’t until some years later, when he met with an old friend from inside that he found out what had happened to her, that she’d married and had a child. Although I don’t think he’d be too impressed to find out that Imogen’s father had asked Albert to reason with her and ask her not to marry Liakos before she actually did.”

“Wait, Mickey?” Stacie gestured, “when did you find out about this?”

“Yesterday, after I’d spoken to you I went to find Albert to talk to him about the whole Imogen not wanting Ash to know scenario. It was then that he told me.”

Danny whistled. “That’s really going to put the cat amongst the pigeons. I really wouldn’t want to be Albert when Ash finds out.”

“Ash won’t find out,” Mickey said matter of factly.

Throwing the pictures onto the table Emma sat back, her arms folded defiantly in front of her, “oh yes he is. It’s inevitable.”

“I have a horrible feeling she’s right,” Stacie confirmed.

“And how exactly is it inevitable, Em?” Mickey asked.

“Because you’re all too close to it. We’re here now talking about this woman, Imogen,” she pointed to the pictures, “so that we can understand what it is we need to do to get her away from that malicious bastard she calls her husband at the moment. Then, we’re going to hide all of this information away from Ash so that he believes we’re just on some ordinary blag taking this Greek bloke down. When he realises that he’s not being utilised as much as normal he’s going to start asking why? If he’s not already. And what about when he finds out whom exactly George Liakos is? Has anyone of you ever stopped to consider the possibility that he is still in love with Imogen even after all of this time. Not to mention the fact that his son is currently being looked after by Eddie as large as you like.”

“Wait, Tom’s Ash’s kid?” Sean asked. “But I thought he was Eddie’s nephew?”

“Oh, Sean, don’t tell me you can’t see it, you only have to look at him to see his father’s eyes looking back at you.”

“Emma, we don’t know if that’s true,” Mickey pleaded, “Albert and I have discussed the possibility that he could be, but until we confront Imogen we’re not likely to know if our conjecture is correct.”

Stacie picked up her bag, pulling out a document that looked remarkably like a birth certificate, “actually we don’t need to ask her.” She passed the certificate to Mickey.

“But how did you?” Mickey looked appalled.

“I went down to the records office yesterday and filled out the form. I’d already got Tom’s details from him and I took an educated guess at the father’s name. I paid the fee and went back today to collect it. Anyone can do it if they have the correct information.”

“Well?” Emma asked, holding out her hand so that she too could inspect the document. Mickey passed it to her. “That confirms it ... Ash is Tom’s father.”

“She could’ve just put Ash down as the father. He might not actually be the boy’s biological dad.” Sean stepped in.

Stacie rolled her eyes. “Oh please. If she just wanted a name for her son, she’d have put Liakos down, or rather nothing at all. The only she would put Ash on the paperwork is if he is truly Tom’s dad.”

Standing up, Emma walked over to the drinks stand, poured herself a generous shot of whiskey and downed it in one go. Turning back around she eyed Mickey, Stacie and Danny in turn before leaning her petite frame forward over the back of the sofa, her hands gripping the fabric. “You three are asking me to lie to a man that does not deserve to be lied to, and I’m not sure I’m entirely happy about that.”

“It’s for the best,” Stacie argued, “at least until Imogen arrives anyway.”

“But she’s adamant that she doesn’t want Ash involved, and now we know why?” Emma picked up the certificate and waved it in the air before dropping it, the paper floating down onto the ground and under the sofa, forgotten. “Well, I’m not going to lie to him.” She spat out, staring at Mickey, “I won’t. I won’t impart any information to him, but if he asks me a direct question I won’t lie. That man has been nothing but honest and true to both me and Sean since we arrived. In fact, he’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to having a proper father myself. There is no way that I would ruin the trust we have for one another.”

“Nor me,” said Sean, getting up and standing by his sister, “I’ll help out, do as I’m asked but I’m with Em, he asks me a direct question and I’ll answer him, honestly.”

Mickey nodded, “ok. I can’t ask for anymore than that. And I won’t. God knows this is going to be messy enough if he finds out.”

“Mickey, it’s a question of when not if. Not only has he been lied to by the woman he loves, concealing his son away from him for 10 years; but he’s also been lied to by the four people in this world that above anything else he considers to be his family. I really don’t want to be around when the fall out happens because he is not going to be happy with any one of you. And then when he finds out what Liakos has done to Imogen ...”

“I know, that’s what worries me the most,” Mickey confided, “Ash is going to want to kill him. And rightly so, but I don’t think anyone of us actually wants to see him spend the rest of his life rotting in a jail cell. That’s why we need to protect the truth as much as possible until Liakos has been taken down and Ash is better able to deal with it. Yes, there’s going to be fall out but we also have to employ damage limitation.”

Emma shook her head, “damage limitation? Are you nuts?”

“No, I ...”

“Have any of you stopped to consider that in this case honesty may very well be the best policy?”

“Imogen doesn’t want us to do that,” Stacie pointed out.

“I know, but hang what she wants. We’re supposed to be a crew, the best crew, but how can we be if one of the cogs is slightly out of line? And considering that Ash is the fixer how on earth do you think we’re going to cope without him?”

Danny looked up, “she’s got a point, you know? Quite a good one too.”

“I think we should put it to a vote. All those in favour of telling Ash the truth.” Emma’s hand shot up in the air.

“Em?” Mickey warned.

“It’s a democratic vote, Michael.” Her hand was now joined by Sean’s and then Danny’s. Emma grinned. “Three to two. We tell Ash.”

Smugly, Mickey sat down, “actually its four to three against.”

“How do you work that one out?” Emma’s smile had faded into an angry pout. Her hands on her hips.

“Well, if Albert were here he’d vote against you.”

By now Stacie, Sean and Danny had all taken their respective seats once more. “That would be a tie, then. And Ash would vote with us, obviously he’d want to know the truth.”

“Ash can’t vote as it affects him directly. Our casting vote would be that of Imogen.”

“But she’s directly involved too.”

“Yes, but we wouldn’t be discussing it if it weren’t for her in the first place and as it is her express wish that Ash not know just yet then we have to say that she would vote with us.”

“Has anyone told you how ugly you become when you have to win?” Tears threatened to fall but she held them back knowing that in a few moments she would get the solace she needed to let them flow, “you conceited bastard. You may have won this one but be warned Mickey I won’t let you win so easily again. He’s our friend and we should be doing the right thing.” She stomped off toward her room.

“They are both our friends,” he called out after her retreating figure, “we need to do the right thing for them both.” His smiled caved. “Ok, the next meeting we have will be after I’ve spoken to Imogen. We need an angle and as she is the person that knows her husband best then we’ll allow her to give us an in. I’m sure she’ll already have a few ideas anyway, seeing as she knows how to play the game. Right, we’ve got a few days holiday, let’s use them wisely.”

.oOo.

The light rapping on the bedroom door evoked a heavy sigh from the occupant of the room, “piss off, Mickey, I don’t want to see your arrogant arse again today, thanks very much.”

“Er, it’s not Mickey,” the unmistakable voice of Danny came through loud and clear.

Emma sat up, noticing the black mascara stain that now adorned her pillowcase. “Shit,” she muttered, scrambling off the bed and scouring her drawers for a wet wipe.

“Can I come in, please?”

Throwing the used wipe back into the drawer and pushing it home she got to the door, plastered a smile onto her face and opened it. “Yes?”

“Um, there’s something I’d like to ask. In private if I may.”

She held the door open wider but blocked the entrance. “You don’t strike me as the kind of man that usually bothers?”

“No, well ...” She moved out of his way allowing him to cross the threshold, pushing the door too behind him. “Thanks.”

“No, thank you, Danny.”

“What for?” He eyed her suspiciously.

“For voting with Sean and me.”

“Well, I think you’re right. Ash is going to blow his tree when he finds out what the hell has been kept from him.” He walked around the bed, taking a seat against the window ledge, “he can be a callous bastard sometimes.”

“Sorry,” Emma asked, before noticing she hadn’t turned over her pillow. “Oh.”

“You didn’t deserve that, Emma. If it makes any difference though, I think he’s sorry.”

“And so he should be. He’s making a rod for his own back and everyone else’s too.”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t much care about Mickey.” Danny’s raised voice shocked Emma; he calmed himself looking down at his shoes. “Look, I’m not here to talk about him. I’m here because ...”

Emma couldn’t resist smiling at his apparent awkwardness, “Because?”

“Well, I’d ... I’d really like to take you out ... somewhere ... nice,” he shrugged, “if you want to, that is, go out with me.” He smiled, his boyish charm shining through.

“You’re asking me out on a date.”

“Yes, if you’d like to. And please don’t give me any of that I don’t screw people I work with bollocks.”

“Why? And I didn’t say screw I said sleep with.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He met her gaze, she was teasing him. “Why what?”

“Why me? Why now? It’s not to get back at Mickey is it?”

“What? No? Bollocks to him. Look, if you must know, it’s ‘cause I liked the way you stood up to him. You didn’t let your feelings for him cloud your judgement.”

“Well Ash is important to me.”

“I know, they all are, I can see that. I suppose I’d like to think that I could be as important to you.”

She smirked, “oh yeah?”

He stood up before moving towards her, “you might not believe this but I think this might be the first time when I’ve really wanted a woman’s respect.” She looked dubious, “a real Ash and Imogen moment.”

“I’m not sleeping with you Danny.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

“Good. Ok.”

“Ok?” She nodded at him, “right, well, I’ll come round about eight?”

She nodded again, opening the door up for him she watched him sidle down the corridor. None of it had been lost on Mickey either who had been on his way down to see Emma himself. “Danny?” He stopped, winking at Mickey as he turned back towards her. “Where are we going? What should I wear?”

“Dinner and a club?” He asked, watching her face light up at his suggestion. “What you’ve got on would be fine.”

She shook her head as she watched him walk away. Noticing that Mickey had restarted beating a track to her door she replaced her smile with a scowl. “Not now, Mickey, I’ve got to get ready.” His face was shocked as she slammed the door behind her.
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