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"I am the reckoning they feared. Their deceit will be their undoing. They'll beg for forgiveness I won't grant. Their treachery forged my fury. I'll turn their lies into their nightmares." ~Araneae Ruber
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SLAMMING HER hands on the counter, the woman jolted and was about to yell at the audacious student who was rude enough to slam down on her table.
"Oh, Lady Templeton, what can I—"
"I want to make a call." She interrupted, not wanting to deal with her fake niceness. She wasn't in the mood for it.
"It is over there." The desk lady said, pointing to the table behind her.
Irene marched in and grabbed one, moving to the edge of the office to get her privacy. Dialing the number from the top of her head, she called her brother.
