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“You’re not going to run away again, are you, Cinderella?”

“My name is not Cinderella,” Paula said stiffly.

“Oh? But you did run away at the stroke of midnight.” She was halfway out of the door, but he blocked her way. “Wait. Don’t go. Why are you so angry?”

“I’m not angry. I just...I don’t indulge in fairy-tale games, Mr. Vandercamp.”

“This isn’t a game.”

“Whatever you call it, I don’t like it. I came here to...to work!”