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Nova Dankworth

“Your seatbelt, Miss Shaw.” Myra followed Professor Cal's eyes to her low-cut bodice.

She yanked the seatbelt, strapped it across her and buckled it.

The pervert.

She kept her eyes fixed on the windshield, her hands gripping her purse tightly in front of her.

“I guess your assistant will take ...