Demolition Before the Bloom

He stopped five feet away from her.

“Yes, Ms. Vance,” Henderson said.

His voice was shaking.

Richard stopped in his tracks.

His jaw literally dropped.

“You know her?” Richard asked weakly.

Henderson ignored him. He kept his eyes glued to the grass near Eleanor’s shoes.

“Your corporate debt,” Eleanor stated calmly.

She didn’t phrase it as a question.

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