No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

rough the heavy curtains.

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she unlock the bedroom door. She le

. She knew Brylee would scramble o

table. He looked like he hadn't slept. His eyes were b

rself a coffee. "

later, Bryl

dark circles, and her skin had a greyish tint. She was wearing a different dress than

cup down loud enough to make them jump.

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igh said sympathetically.

aid opened it, and Mr. a

n white tweed. She ignored Hale

he tension was thick

n pleasantries. He cut into hi

hout looking up. "We n

down her f

Mr. Cooley said. "We've decided to brin

d to her chest. "Oh, Arthur, I'm just a

s," Mrs. Cooley snapped. "It's about people

" Haleigh

voiding her eyes. "For the family. So

usly smoothed her hand over her stomach. She

ed her out. They wanted the pro

e lead architect," Haleigh said calmly.

d, his voice dropping an octave. "

d the table. The gre

back. "I'll

s palpable. Gray let out

nued, holding up a finge

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rehouse on Dowling Street.

d heap? It's a liability. It's

Haleigh lied. "I want to turn it into a

enith was worth hundreds of millions. The wareho

e Zenith signature authority to Bryle

ip of her coffee to hide the

y in the path of the new high-speed rail line Barrett Holdings was announc

aleigh said, r

ng they had just signed their