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r vanity, remov

said softly. "I'v

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whelmed. With the foundation, the transition of my family's assets is a massive undertaking. Someone

suspicious. "Wha

we bring on a 'Special Advisor' to the foundation. Someon

oving. His hands

the way this could be spun to the media. He

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. If she moved into the East Wing temporarily... it would look like a unified family front, sho

m. She took his hand. It took every

e happy, Bradley. I k

e. It was the smile of a man who t

her hand. "You are... incred

na said. "

dry, perfunctory peck-and practicall

walked to the bathroo

ubbed her hand. She scrubbed u

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when she tries t

throne is electric, Demian. If yo

day, Ic

entourage of assistants. She wore a white sundress and a

s. The press was there, of cour

uealed, rushing

perfume was cloying-

she whispered in Fiona's ear. "I prom

eat was

ck and smiled f

me, sister,

ite she had prepared. It was

rn in the corner, hidden under the mos

e comfortable

ning around. She flopped onto the

said. "Very

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the hall, she heard

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