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"Sir," she said. "Your balance is two hundred dollars."

Marta felt the lump in her throat rise. She wasn't supposed to do this. She wasn't a therapist, a priest, or a daughter. She was a "Prepaid Cards Enquiry" agent. Her job was zeroes and ones. prepaid cards enquiry

Marta minimized the balance-check tool. She opened a blank notepad. "Tell me about Leo. While you look for the card." "Sir," she said