Chapter 100 ONE HUNDRED

—Mabel—

My lips parted in a soundless gasp, eyes locked on the impossible sight of my boss.

She leaned back into the chair and rocked it slightly. “Hello, Mabel.”

“Mrs. Allwell,” I breathed.

“Good morning.”

My heels clicked on the marble floor as I crossed the room and sat in the visitor's chair...

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