“From misunderstandings.”
The automatic doors of the mall slid open outside the store, and moments later, the measured sound of heels echoed across the tile corridor. Renee Brooks entered the boutique with quiet authority, dressed in a navy sheath dress and carrying a structured leather tote. She did not rush. She did not look angry. She looked observant.
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