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creased.

“I need time to read this, Julian,” I said.

“We do not have time, Mother,” he said, his voice rising slightly before he caught himself.

“The market is moving quickly, and this developer is ready to close.”

“Give me forty-eight hours,” I said.

“Just forty-eight hours to look over the terms.”

Julian hesitated, his eyes shifting toward continue reading …