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“Don’t be so bloody presumptuous Daniel!” Rachel said, then slammed the door in his face.
Danny shuffled off the door step, his shoulders hunched. He trudged back down to where he’d left the rental car, and just about resisted putting a fist through the window: he couldn't afford the bill if he did.
He turned and screamed at the mansion, “You might have thought, seeing that I've just flown twelve hours to get here, and haven’t seen my daughter for three months, I might, just might, get to see Grace outside of schedule.”
In an upstairs window, a curtain twitched.