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elled of old money
tels and sequins filling the ballroom. A waiter stepped into her path, his eyes darting to the seating chart in his ha
ed past him, the silk of her dres
raight for th
Robert, didn't even look up from his scotch. But it was Brande who held the room. She
r voice trembling just enough to sell the lie. "Her condition... it ma
he room. Pity. It tasted l
e perfect accessory to Brande's martyrdom. Isla saw his fingers bru
er father. He frowned, but before he could
eenlight from Ghos
enter of the stage. "We have some wonderful news to share," Brande beamed. The spotlight hit them
he crystal felt co
b across her phon
de's face, blown up to twenty feet of high-defin
system, sharp enough to make peop
t was grainy but unmistakable. A hotel
ugh the ballroom speakers, amplified to a deafening volume. "Do you
n was cruel. "Who cares? S
absolute. It was a physical weig
g her own funeral. Chase scrambled toward the AV console, tripping over a
link against the table was sof
rds bit into his palm, blood mixing with the amber li
chin. She lock
linch. She let him see the col
had already cut the audio feed from the podium. Her mou
gain. "Just sign the invoices as 'consulting fees.'
he board members at table three w
r chair scraped a
. She walked toward the exit, he
ward her. His face was red, veins bulg
ticed a thousand times. Chase grabbed air. His momentum carried him forward, c
from the floor, dr
own at him like he was gu
. The blinding white lights captured her indifferenc
ht air of Manhattan. The wind whipped her hair across her face.
zzed. _Phase
message and for
led in the
her dress, then at the chaos behind her. Isl
her head back against the leather, closing her eyes. Her heart was hammering
screaming at a PR rep. Robert was probab
yes and watched t
ry. This was just
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