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MI
orth, and I'm the daught
icker than water but mi
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ancial District like a blade of black glass, sha
atched the people who walked past me-lawyers in expensive suits, bankers with their p
cause I was a soldier march
all marble and chrome and cold, impersonal efficiency-a space designed t
he front desk looked up
I have an appointm
orth. The name meant something here. It meant enemy and danger. He picked up
floor. Someone
tire way. The security guard. The receptionist. The two men i
into Easton territory. A la
close to being a lamb. I was so
cond floor, and a woman with sharp featur
ollow me." She sa
lked and pretended not to stare, until we reached a door at the end of the
he announced, and
pped
fice was nothing
er chairs, no portraits of ances
indows that offered a view of the entire city, and a desk that looked
his elbows, a pen in his hand, his dark hair slightly
d, and his cold gray eyes
s voice was low, measured, u
t myself relax into it. I kept my back straight,
needed to say. But now, sitting across from him, feeling the weight
ousn
ed he was going to make me start. He was going to make me lay out my car
and my voice was ste
But something in his eyes flickere
they have...their money, their dignity, their lives, and
other." I paused, and I felt the familiar ache in my chest, the old w
pt me and he didn't ask questions. He just listen
words, with confessions, with ever
" I said. "To a man named Harold
hav
ept my voice flat. I wouldn't let it shake. "My father
d wo
ds. I came here for action.
Ainsworth and everything he's built. I know his weaknesses. I know where theo you want
want his name. I want to watch him lose everything he
his face wore a mask of calm calculation. He was weighing me
ally. "To burn my bridges, to risk my reputa
pany will
s in his eyes. "You think you're the first person to come to me with a plan to
se you. I'm trying t
re, you tell me you're willing to betray your family, you offer me access to secrets t
othing to do
what
ate my father. I hate my father. We have a common enemy an
ning and spinning. I couldn't read him. I couldn't tell if I was winning or l
to accept your
idn't show it. I kept my
s
cisions based on emotion. Go home, Ms. Ainsworth. Think about what you're really willing to do. Because if we go down
uet is in two nights," I said. "My father is expecting to announce my engageme
is head. "Is t
s a
didn't reach his eyes. "You're more
t them land like a sla
"But I'm choosing
't look back. I didn't let myself wonder if I
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