eynolds

in the Old Ladies' lounge, the amber

little

idn't even look up from filing her nails.

does she think she is? Some charit

oice flat. She finally put down her nail file. "You still do

the symbol of the queen. Vivian just told the entir

that ring for years, believing it was my right

ound confident. "Prez will get

er said, her eyes col

you talk

business-the bar supplies, the girls, the little streams of income we all control. But Harl

lf. And when she takes it, we

. This wasn't about a man. It was about power.

my voice trembling with

's on his way back, and he's bringing that girl with him-rubbing her in Harlow's face. All you have to

n is a joke," she continued. "We

proud, spoiled boy. He won't stand for b

caught in the middle. His son versus his new wife.

apart," Heather finished, "t

iant. It was vicio

f purpose surging through me. "He's a wounded

ather's face. She wasn't just trying to protect her own interest

structed, the pa

one of the spiders, too blind to see t