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I looked at the young woman behind the glass. She looked away too quickly, her eyes darting to a man in a gray suit standing near the vault.

“I am not signing this today,” I said, putting my pen back in my purse.

Brenda snatched the paper off the counter. “You are being stubborn, and we do not have continue reading …