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of ice. I walked into the lobby of Oneill Tech, using my status as Mrs. Oneil

desk, her expression a familiar mix of stress

breaking my stride.

his office door. They were laughing. The sound was easy

door open wit

iness plan on his massive desk, Kacie's hand resting on his arm. But it was

face hardened instantly. Not with guilt,

voice clipped. "I'm in

sorry about last night. This takeover is just an absolute nightmare. Cameron's b

looked directly at my husband. "I just nee

he envelope in front of him. The

sked, his eyes narr

ly. "The gallery needs a blanket release for the digital catalog

he boardroom, and for a terrifying second, I thought he'd see right throug

away. I channeled every ounce of my

. "Cam, the board is waiting on that call," she said,

s was trivial. My "hobby" paperw

to Kacie, his decision alrea

out the stack of papers, and flipped straight to the back. He

top of the last page:

n the line. A sharp, an

ed out and slid the signed paper back

for your ti

a small, condescending smile. The ki

ice, out of the buildin

at the paper clutched in my h

ay his marriage, and