Too Late For Your Grand Remorse

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hrobbing in my lower abdomen. The decision had been mine, made with cold, clear resolve, a final severance f

e was strained, thick with tears.

ismissed her, seeing her as another one of my responsibilities, a drain on my time. If I ever needed to help her, he' d subtly, or not so sub

familiar ringtone pierced the air. Grant' s mother. My ex

accusatory, cut through the phone. "Divorce? Are you out of your mind

at' s between Grant and me

you think you' ll do without him? You' re nothing without Grant." Her words were a familiar, insidious drip of poison. "And don' t think I don' t know about that little intern. Kylee is a

proved. It wasn' t just Grant' s betrayal, it was his entire family' s compl

dangerously calm. "Because right now, it' s not looking so good." And wit

y hands shaking. "Mom, wh

lted, Corinne. By her boss. Keven Bauer. He' s a monst

nocent sister. This couldn' t be happen

es red and swollen, her body trembling. My heart brok

e. "I don' t know what to do. He said... he said h

her hair. "We' ll get justice. Grant... Gran

en it dimmed. "But... he' s busy, isn' t he? Wit

tterness. "He won' t turn his back on fam

The imposing glass tower gleamed in the morning sun, a monument to ambition and power. In

onal interruptions during business hours. But this wa

Sloan was in a meeting and had a packed schedule. I explained the urgency, that it was a family matter. She fi

the clock, my anxiety growing with each

cut through the professional din. "M

nt' s assistant like an old friend, a quick, intimate whisper passing between them. Then, without a glance at

o appointment, no waiting. Just a ca

r. Sloan has a... very urgent, unforeseen matter with a client. He' ll b

e of nausea. Unfor