Demanding
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Miranda’s eyes darted from the key to the notary, anger, and confusion boiling inside her. “Is this a joke?” she spat out, slamming her clutched fist on his desk. Miranda’s face grew red. “Where’s my inheritance? Where’s the fortune I was promised? Don’t play games with me, mister.” She shouted so loudly that it could be heard from the parking lot. But the suited man sitting in front of her paid no attention to it.
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