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Chapter 45: Where can we meet?
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When Joe arrived at his office, the minute he stepped in, he noticed that Hannah was leaning casually against the wall. She met his eyes with a half-smile, which Joe failed to return.

"I was hoping you'd text me back quickly," she said, sounding slightly annoyed. "Since you didn’t, I thought I’d check up on you in person."

He stopped a few feet away from her, crossing his arms. "You don’t know when to quit, do you?"

Her eyes glinted. "I don’t quit easily when there’s something worth fighting for."

"And what exactly do you think is worth fighting for here?" he challenged

She leaned closer, her expression hardening. "Answers, Joe. The same ones you’re looking for."

He felt his defenses weaken slightly. She had the same drive and the same need for answers as he did. Sadly, he didn’t want her involved in his personal issue.

“You’re getting this wrong Hannah.” Joe said and the next word that spilled out of his lips were lies.

“I’m not in looking for anything; meaning I don’t need your he
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