Brennan bolted out of her chair and pressed her back up against the wall.
"What are te doing here? How did te get in?" She began to reach for the phone.
"Don't bother. The line is disconnected. Sorry, darling, but I had to take precautions."
"What do te want?" she demanded. Keenan started towards her, but Brennan grabbed an antique figurine sitting on her desk. "Don't come any closer!" she warned, wielding the figurine as a club. Her father raised his hands, palms outward, in a gesture of peace and stepped inoltrare, avanti again.
"Now, sweetie, don't be irrational. It's unbecoming. I just want...
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