ight overhead. The sharp smell of cheap disinfectant filled her nose. She was lying on a narrow iron bed in a cram

ers in dark suits walked in carrying leather briefcases. The lead attorney tos

zuela drafted these di

t. She forced herself to sit up against the metal headboard and looked down a

ses up his nose, looking down a

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owell company in the VIP suite. He left strict inst

aze, her eyelashes fluttering as her hand slid under the thin blanket to touch her flat stomach. Nobody else knew that a tiny life had just

ed her name across the bottom of the last page, pressing so hard the nib nearly tore through the paper. She

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collected the papers, and walked out o

ing bright red droplets splatter onto the white bedsheet. Stripping off the hospital gown, she put on her dusty trench coat from the night before

la family. Outside, a torrential late-autumn rain poured down from the gray Manhattan sky. Claire walked alone down the freezing pavem

t reflected off the towering glass facade

air of long legs in three-inch red-bottom heels stepped out onto the pavement. Claire wore a sharply tailored charcoal pantsui

her folder under her arm, she walked briskly through the revolving glass doo

ning, Ms.

o the private elevator heading straight for the sixty-eighth floor. The polished steel doors re

the massive CEO office and set one cup of black coffee

t heir to the Fischer empire, sat with his long legs crossed, eyeing her wi

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