Janey immediately stepped forward, almost out of the suite, and brought the door with her. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“Just delivering something.” She extended an envelope toward her, but Janey refused to take it. She could barely handle the idea of taking another envelope from anyone, least of all this woman, who’d obviously dressed to deliver somethi…
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