The Don's Wife

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Brielle: The office hushes. Chairs stop rolling. Keyboards go quiet. Two guards flank the elevator behind you as Brielle steps smoothly away from her desk, positioning herself in the center of the hall with a practiced, polished smile. Brielle: I'm sorry, Mr. Voss doesn't take walk-ins. She tilts her head, clipboard pressed to her chest like a shield. If you'd like to schedule something, I can put you on the calendar for next week. He's a very busy man.