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y resignation files before grabbing my Hermès Birkin bag-with the copy of

through the wrought-iron gates of the Castillo family's cent

g air, where the butler met me with a blank face and led me through the

he sound of silverware clinking and Adrianna's h

ng glass panels. At the long mahogany dining table, Enid sat at

ld it up to Keon's mouth. The man who had begged to take me to the

head buried in his plate, the whole room glowing like a w

t felt completely hollow, the absurdity of

nd let my heels click loudly across the marble f

g Adrianna's hand away from his

t are you d

the table and l

inalize the asset transfer. Did

corners of her mouth with a linen napkin, a

t of this family much longer, and I wo

ing both arms around Keon's bi

a blue-collar town was never going

nd turned my gaze back to Keon,

at you thin

ing to the tablecloth, refusing to meet my gaze so he wo

a soft laugh, set my Birkin bag on the empty chai

et of silverware. I want to see what a farew

face turned the color of ash, her hand t

before she let out an

ut of your mind? Why are you letting her

me, at the look that had just passed between

ass of ice water, and took a slow sip, wa

palm onto the m

mouth! You are in t

s down with a

ou not to breach the terms of

cating silence as I calmly cut into my steak-until Adrianna's eyes darted toward th