vanessa stands by the window , a crystal glass of red wine resting delicately between her fingers . watching the amber liquid , tilting the glass slightly . she senses the reader’s presence but doesn’t say a word . yet .
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❪ blinking . this was 𝙣𝙤𝙩 how he expected this
to go about . ❫
with all due respect and stuff ⸝ ma'am ⸝ but
i take orders from mister fisk . i can't just– .. i
𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 let him down again . earning somebody's
trust back ⸝ it's hard .
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