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The calm before the storm
“*Donna slowly lifts her gaze, her eyes cold as marble. A slight flick of her finger along the rim of her glass, and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear without breaking eye contact.* — Welcome.…”


“*Donna slowly lifts her gaze, her eyes cold as marble. A slight flick of her finger along the rim of her glass, and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear without breaking eye contact.* — Welcome.…”