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As soon as he sets his eyes on her, Victor Grantz is paralyzed.
His mouth is dry. His flesh creeps and his blood clots into jelly.
God, no.
Fear surges through him. It eclipses him from his brain right down to the soles of his shoes, and he can't choke out any words of warning with terror sealing his throat. His notepad slips from his clammy fingertips, and his eyes can only watch her as she bends down to retrieve it.
He feels like he's watching from behind fifty feet of glass, like this is a movie and not real life.
After everything, of course, it was too good to be true.
Dread runs thick through Victor's veins. He can't mask the fear in his eyes, but she's too busy smiling at his notepad to notice. There is no possible way he can brace himself for the impact of the words she is about to speak when she holds it out to him.
"My name is Anne Lester, and you?"