PART 2.
The smell of smoke still clung to my hair.
One hour before my husband’s promotion gala, Adrian had burned the only decent dress I owned and calmly told me I wasn’t invited.
“You’re not coming.”
“I stood beside you when you had nothing.”
“And haven’t I taken care of you since?”
Then he had smiled and told me he was taking Vanessa instead.
He believed security would throw me out if I dared to appear.
He had no idea the woman he had just humiliated was the Chairwoman of the company celebrating his promotion.
I held the phone against my ear.
“Harrison,” I said.
“Yes, Madam Chairwoman?”
“Prepare for my arrival.”
There was a short silence.
Not because Harrison Blackwood was surprised easily.
In nearly twenty years serving my family, I had watched him remain expressionless through hostile acquisitions, federal investigations, attempted boardroom coups, and the sudden death of my father.
But he understood what my appearance meant.
For seven years, I had remained invisible.
On paper, Vanguard Dominion was controlled through Vaughn Capital Holdings.
Public filings listed trustees, attorneys, and institutional representatives.
My name appeared where legally necessary, but rarely in ways ordinary employees would recognize.
I attended board meetings remotely or through private entrances.
I let Harrison act as the public face of the Chairwoman’s office.
It had been deliberate.
My father had taught me that wealth changed the way people looked at you.
Sometimes it made them admire you.
Sometimes it made them fear you.
Most dangerously, it made them pretend to love you.
So when I met Adrian seven years ago at a tiny coffee shop near the university, I simply introduced myself as Clara.
No family history.
No trust fund.
No private aircraft.
No estate overlooking the Atlantic.
I wanted one relationship in my life untouched by the Vaughn name.
Tonight, I discovered what that experiment had cost me.
“Madam?”
Harrison asked carefully.
“I want no announcement before I arrive.”
“Understood.”
“And Harrison?”
“Yes?”
“Do not interfere with Adrian.”
Another silence.
“Not yet,” I added.
His answer came softly.
“As you wish.”
I ended the call.
Then I went upstairs.
For seven years, Adrian believed the locked cedar chest in our spare bedroom contained old photographs and sentimental possessions.
He had never asked.
That realization suddenly felt important.
I entered the combination.
The lock clicked.
Inside were fragments of the life I had put away when I chose him.
A diamond necklace that had belonged to my grandmother.
A platinum watch given to me on my twenty-first birthday.
A black velvet folder containing Vanguard voting certificates.
And beneath them all, wrapped in ivory tissue paper, a gown.
My mother had bought it in Paris before she died.
Midnight black.
Silk.
Simple from the front, dramatic from behind, with a narrow line of diamonds running down the spine like falling stars.
I had never worn it.
My mother used to say that truly expensive things rarely needed to announce themselves.
I understood what she meant now.
Thirty minutes later, a black sedan stopped outside.
Harrison had sent my father’s former driver, Elias.
He stepped out, opened the rear door, and froze when he saw me.
His weathered face softened.
“Miss Clara.”
Nobody had called me that in years.
“You look very much like your mother.”
For one dangerous second, my composure almost broke.
“Thank you, Elias.”
I slid into the back seat.
As we drove toward the Grand Aurelia Hotel, my phone vibrated.
A message from Adrian.
Stay home tonight.
We’ll discuss your behavior tomorrow.
I stared at the words.
My behavior.
I almost laughed.
Instead, I turned off the screen.
The Grand Aurelia glittered against the night like something designed to intimidate ordinary people.
Rows of luxury cars crowded the entrance.
Cameras flashed near the carpet.
Executives, investors, politicians, and journalists moved beneath enormous crystal chandeliers.
A forty-foot Vanguard Dominion logo shimmered behind the reception area.
My family’s company.
My husband’s kingdom.
Or so he believed.
Elias opened my door.
I stepped out.
Conversation near the entrance softened.
People looked.
Not because they recognized me.
Because confidence has its own kind of clothing.
I walked toward security.
Two men stood behind the guest registry.
The taller one glanced at his tablet.
“Name?”
“Clara Vaughn.”
His finger paused.
He searched.
Then frowned.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.
You’re not on the list.”
Exactly as Adrian promised.
The younger guard looked uncomfortable.
“Do you have an invitation?”
“No.”
“I’m afraid this is a private corporate event.”
“I know.”
The taller guard straightened.
“Then I’ll have to ask you to step aside.”
A familiar voice came from behind me.
“That won’t be necessary.”
Both guards turned.
Harrison Blackwood approached in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit.
Behind him were three members of Vanguard’s board.
The guards immediately stiffened.
“Mr.
Blackwood.”
Harrison ignored them.
He stopped directly in front of me.
Then, to the astonishment of everyone watching, one of the most powerful executives in the country inclined his head.
“Madam Chairwoman.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The taller guard went pale.
The younger one nearly dropped his tablet.
I smiled at them.
“You were following instructions.
You did nothing wrong.”
Harrison stepped beside me.
“Shall we?”
“We shall.”
The ballroom doors opened.
And I entered my husband’s gala.
The room was magnificent.
Hundreds of candles reflected in mirrored walls.
A string quartet played near a fountain covered in white roses.
Waiters moved through the crowd carrying champagne.
At the center of it all stood Adrian.
My husband looked happier than I had seen him in years.
Vanessa Vale stood beside him.
She wore a silver gown and one hand rested comfortably on his arm.
Too comfortably.
Adrian leaned toward her and whispered something.
She laughed.
Then he saw me.
The champagne glass stopped halfway to his mouth.
His face changed so quickly it was almost fascinating.
Confusion.
Disbelief.
Anger.
Then fear.
Not because he knew the truth.
Not yet.
He simply could not understand how I had gotten inside.
He excused himself from the group and marched toward me.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Several nearby conversations stopped.
I looked at him.
His eyes dropped to my gown.
For the first time that evening, Adrian seemed uncertain.
“Where did you get that?”
“Hello to you too.”
“I told you not to come.”
“Yes.
I remember.”
His voice dropped.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
An unexpected laugh escaped me.
“To you?”
Before Adrian could answer, Vanessa approached.
Up close, she was beautiful in the polished, practiced way of women raised around money.
She examined me.
“So this is Clara.”
I noticed the emphasis.
“This is my wife,” Adrian said quickly.
Vanessa smiled.
There was no warmth in it.
“I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Have you?”
“Adrian says you prefer a simple life.”
Adrian shot her a warning look.
Vanessa ignored it.
“He said corporate events make you uncomfortable.”
“Did he?”
“And that you wouldn’t really understand the conversations here.”
I looked toward Adrian.
His jaw tightened.
Interesting.
Apparently burning my dress had not been enough.
He had been preparing an entire version of me for these people.
Poor Clara.
Uneducated Clara.
Socially awkward Clara.
The embarrassing wife who couldn’t possibly fit into his new life.
I turned back to Vanessa.
“What conversations do you imagine I wouldn’t understand?”
Her smile sharpened.
“Acquisitions.
Capital structure.
Operational strategy.
Things like that.”
“Ah.”
I took a champagne glass from a passing tray.
“Complicated subjects.”
“Very.”
I sipped.
“Especially capital structure.”
Vanessa blinked.
I continued casually.
“Though Vanguard’s current debt-to-equity position is conservative compared with most conglomerates of its size.
Personally, I find the more interesting question is whether the board should authorize the proposed Helix acquisition when its overseas subsidiaries are carrying undisclosed environmental liabilities.”
Vanessa’s smile disappeared.
Adrian stared at me.
“How do you know about Helix?”
That acquisition was confidential.
Even most senior managers did not know.
I tilted my head.
“I read.”
Before he could press me, the lights dimmed.
A voice announced that the awards presentation would begin in ten minutes.
Adrian grabbed my wrist.
“Come with me.”
I looked down at his hand.
Perhaps something in my expression reminded him of the backyard.
He released me.
We stepped into a quiet corridor.
The second the ballroom doors closed behind us, his polished public expression vanished.
“What game are you playing?”
“No game.”
“Who got you inside?”
“You watched me walk in with Harrison.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“It answers more than you realize.”
His eyes narrowed.
Then something occurred to him.
“You know Blackwood?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“For a long time.”
Adrian ran a hand through his hair.
I could almost see his mind rearranging facts, desperately trying to make them fit the woman he thought he had married.
Then suspicion replaced confusion.
“Were you sleeping with him?”
I stared at him.
Of all possible conclusions, that was the one he chose.
I laughed.
Adrian’s face reddened.
“You think this is funny?”
“I think it explains a great deal about you.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means when confronted with evidence that your wife might possess connections you didn’t know about, your first assumption is that she must have earned them in someone’s bed.”
His expression hardened.
“Don’t twist this.”
“I don’t have to.”
“You lied to me.”
I almost admired the audacity.
“You burned my dress forty-five minutes ago.”
“You lied about knowing Harrison Blackwood!”
“You never asked.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Neither was setting my dress on fire.”
He stepped closer.
“You are trying to humiliate me.”
“No, Adrian.”
I looked directly into his eyes.
“You did that yourself.”
The ballroom doors opened.
A young executive appeared.
“Mr.
Mercer?
They need you backstage.
Your award is next.”
Adrian immediately straightened.
He adjusted his jacket.
The transformation was almost comical.
Husband disappeared.
Vice President Mercer returned.
He gave me one last furious look.
“Go home before you make this worse.”
Then he walked away.
I returned to the ballroom.
Harrison was waiting.
“Well?” he asked.
“He still doesn’t know.”
One corner of his mouth moved.
“Remarkable.”
“Harrison.”
“Forgive me.”
We took our seats at the front table.
Adrian appeared backstage and saw me sitting there.
Not merely inside the ballroom.
At the board’s table.
Beside Harrison.
This time, his face visibly drained of color.
Vanessa noticed.
“So did her father,” Harrison murmured.
Across the room, Richard Vale was watching me.
Director of Corporate Development.
Vanessa’s father.
And the man who had personally recommended Adrian’s promotion.
Unlike Adrian, Richard did not look confused.
He looked terrified.
That interested me.
The master of ceremonies stepped onto the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight Vanguard Dominion celebrates an extraordinary year…”
Applause followed.
Several executives received awards.
Then Adrian’s name was announced.
He walked onto the stage beneath a spotlight.
The crowd applauded.
I did too.
His speech began smoothly.
He thanked the board.
His team.
Richard Vale.
Vanessa.
He thanked everyone except his wife.
Then he reached the part about sacrifice.
“Success,” Adrian told the room, “requires knowing what belongs in your future and what must remain in your past.”
His eyes found mine.
The cruelty was subtle enough that almost no one else would recognize it.
Almost.
I smiled.
Adrian continued.
“Sometimes growth means having the courage to leave behind what no longer reflects who you are becoming.”
Scattered applause.
Harrison turned toward me.
“Would you like me to stop this?”
“No.”
Onstage, Adrian lifted his award.
“This promotion represents a new chapter.”
I whispered, “That it does.”
The master of ceremonies returned as Adrian stepped aside.
“And now, before dinner, Mr.
Harrison Blackwood has requested a brief announcement from the Chairwoman’s office.”
The ballroom became attentive.
Adrian remained near the stage.
Harrison rose.
But instead of walking to the podium, he looked at me.
Then he held out his hand.
The room went still.
I stood.
Whispers began immediately.
I walked onto the stage.
Adrian stared at me.
“What are you doing?” he mouthed.
I passed him.
Harrison reached the podium first.
“Many of you know that Vanguard Dominion’s Chairwoman has always valued privacy.
For years, she has chosen to guide this company without becoming its public face.”
People began leaning toward one another.
Phones appeared.
Richard Vale closed his eyes.
Harrison continued.
“Tonight, however, she has chosen to attend in person.”
The silence grew heavy.
“It is my privilege to formally introduce the controlling shareholder and Chairwoman of Vanguard Dominion.”
He turned.
“Ms.
Clara Vaughn.”
For several seconds, nobody moved.
Then the ballroom exploded.
Gasps.
Whispers.
Cameras.
People standing.
Adrian looked as though someone had struck him.
His award slipped slightly in his hand.
Vanessa stared at me.
“No,” Adrian whispered.
I stepped to the microphone.
“Good evening.”
The room quieted.
“My family founded Vanguard Dominion forty-three years ago.”
Adrian’s lips parted.
“My grandfather built its first manufacturing division.
My father expanded it internationally.
After his death, controlling ownership passed to me.”
I looked across the audience.
“For personal reasons, I chose not to live publicly as an heiress.
Harrison Blackwood has represented my office in most visible corporate matters.”
Harrison nodded.
I allowed my gaze to settle on Adrian.
“Apparently, privacy can create misunderstandings.”
A few nervous laughs moved through the room.
Adrian remained frozen.
I continued.
“I came tonight because I was told this celebration concerned leadership.”
My fingers rested lightly against the podium.
“Leadership reveals itself in many places.
In boardrooms.
During crises.
In how a person treats employees when nobody important is watching.”
Richard Vale shifted in his chair.
“And sometimes, it reveals itself in a backyard beside a burning dress.”
Adrian went white.
A murmur swept through the ballroom.
Vanessa slowly turned toward him.
I did not explain further.
I didn’t need to.
Adrian stepped toward me.
“Clara—”
I raised one hand.
He stopped.
The gesture was instinctive.
The entire room saw it.
For seven years, I had followed him through doorways.
Tonight, he waited for my permission to speak.
It was a small thing.
But he felt it.
So did I.
I turned back to the audience.
“Enjoy your evening.”
Then I stepped away from the microphone.
The ballroom erupted into applause.
It was not triumphant for me.
It felt strangely distant.
I had imagined, perhaps, that revealing myself would feel like revenge.
Instead, I felt tired.
Adrian followed me offstage.
“Clara!”
People pretended not to watch.
He caught up near a service corridor.
“Please.”
That word.
Seven years together, and I could barely remember hearing it from him.
“We need to talk.”
“You had plenty to say at home.”
“I didn’t know.”
There it was.
Not I was wrong.
Not I’m sorry.
I didn’t know.
I looked at him.
“If you had known I owned Vanguard, would you have burned my dress?”
His face tightened.
“That isn’t fair.”
“It’s an extremely simple question.”
“I was angry.”
“Would you?”
“No.”
The answer came almost immediately.
He seemed relieved to have found it.
As though it helped him.
It did the opposite.
“So you wouldn’t humiliate a billionaire,” I said quietly.
“Only a poor woman.”
His mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
“I think that answers everything.”
“Clara, listen to me.
I made a mistake.”
“You made several.”
“I was under enormous pressure.
This promotion—”
“Was supposed to be ours.”
He stopped.
“For seven years, every promotion was ours.
Every exam was ours.
Every late-night shift was ours.
Every bill I paid while you studied was ours.”
My voice remained calm.
“Until you finally reached the room you wanted to enter.”
I glanced toward the ballroom.
“Then suddenly there was no room for me.”
His eyes filled with panic.
“We can fix this.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you.”
I searched his face.
Once, those words could have controlled my entire world.
Tonight they sounded like a negotiation.
Then Vanessa appeared at the corridor entrance.
“Adrian?”
He turned.
She looked from him to me.
“Dad wants to see you.”
“I’m busy.”
“You should come.”
Her voice trembled.
“I think something is wrong.”
Richard Vale stood farther down the corridor.
Two men from Vanguard’s internal audit division were beside him.
Harrison was there too.
Adrian frowned.
“What’s happening?”
Harrison approached.
“Mr.
Mercer, I’m afraid we need your cooperation.”
Adrian stared at him.
“For what?”
“A financial review.”
My attention sharpened.
This was not something I had ordered.
“What review?”
I asked.
Harrison looked at me.
For the first time that night, he seemed uncomfortable.
“Madam Chairwoman, perhaps we should discuss this privately.”
“No.”
I looked at Adrian.
“Discuss it here.”
Richard Vale suddenly spoke.
“This is ridiculous.”
One auditor turned toward him.
“You were advised not to interfere, Mr.
Vale.”
Vanessa’s face went pale.
Adrian looked between them.
“I don’t understand.”
Harrison exhaled.
“Three months ago, our internal systems detected irregular transfers connected to a logistics modernization fund.”
I knew the fund.
Eight hundred million dollars allocated across five years.
“What kind of irregularities?”
I asked.
“Vendor inflation.
Duplicate invoices.
Payments routed through shell companies.”
My stomach tightened.
“How much?”
“So far, approximately forty-two million dollars.”
Adrian’s face changed.
Not shock.
Recognition.
It lasted less than a second.
But I saw it.
So did Harrison.
“Adrian?”
I asked.
“I don’t know anything about this.”
One auditor opened a tablet.
“Several authorizations contain your executive credentials.”
“That’s impossible.”
Richard Vale stepped forward.
“Anyone could have stolen credentials.”
“Mr.
Vale—”
“You cannot accuse a newly promoted vice president without evidence.”
Harrison’s stare hardened.
“We have evidence.”
Vanessa whispered, “Dad?”
Richard turned sharply.
“Stay out of this.”
Something about his voice made everyone still.
Adrian stared at him.
Then at Vanessa.
“What did you do?”
Vanessa recoiled.
“Me?”
“You told me those vendor approvals were routine.”
Her face lost all color.
Richard interrupted.
“Enough.”
And suddenly I understood.
Not everything.
But enough.
Adrian had not merely brought Vanessa tonight because she looked elegant.
She and her father had been part of his rise.
Perhaps his promotion had never been about merit alone.
I looked at Harrison.
“How long have you suspected this?”
“Six weeks.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“You instructed me years ago not to involve your personal relationship in company affairs unless absolutely necessary.”
“And tonight became necessary?”
His eyes moved to Adrian.
“Tonight, Mr.
Mercer attempted something unexpected.”
Adrian stiffened.
“What are you talking about?”
Harrison took an envelope from inside his jacket.
“He requested an emergency transfer of fourteen million dollars.”
Silence.
My husband looked genuinely horrified.
“I did no such thing.”
“The request carries your biometric authorization.”
“That’s impossible!”
Harrison’s expression did not change.
“It was submitted forty-eight minutes ago.”
Forty-eight minutes.
I calculated.
Adrian had been at the gala.
I had been in the car.
Then I remembered the backyard.
Adrian’s phone had been sitting on the patio table while my dress burned.
For several minutes, Vanessa had called him.
He had ignored it.
Or had I only assumed the caller was Vanessa?
Adrian shook his head violently.
“Someone is framing me.”
Richard Vale began backing away.
One auditor noticed.
“Mr.
Vale, remain where you are.”
Vanessa suddenly started crying.
“Dad…”
Richard’s face hardened.
“Stop talking.”
I looked at her.
“What do you know?”
She stared at the floor.
“Nothing.”
“Vanessa.”
Her lips trembled.
Then Adrian said something that changed the entire room.
“Ask her about Switzerland.”
Vanessa looked at him in horror.
Richard swore.
Harrison turned sharply toward Adrian.
“What about Switzerland?”
Adrian laughed once, bitterly.
“So that’s what this is.”
He looked at Vanessa.
“You were going to put everything on me.”
“Adrian, don’t.”
“What happened in Switzerland?”
I asked.
Nobody answered.
I stepped closer.
“Someone will.”
Vanessa broke first.
“My father has accounts there.”
Richard grabbed her arm.
“Enough!”
The auditors moved immediately.
Vanessa pulled away.
“He said Adrian would sign the approvals!
He said once Adrian became vice president, nobody would question them because everyone thought he was your favorite candidate!”
I stared at Adrian.
“You knew?”
“No.”
Vanessa laughed through her tears.
“You knew enough.”
“I thought they were legitimate vendor payments!”
“You took money!”
Adrian lunged toward her.
“What money?”
“The two million!”
Silence crashed over us.
I looked at my husband.
His face collapsed.
“Clara…”
Two million dollars.
The man who criticized the price of groceries.
The man who questioned me when I bought new shoes.
The man who had watched me wear the same winter coat for six years.
“You took two million dollars?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“What was it like?”
“A consulting arrangement.”
Vanessa gave a hysterical laugh.
“You really are stupid.”
Adrian turned toward her.
“You said it was legal!”
“My father said you were useful.”
Richard’s face twisted.
“Vanessa, shut your mouth.”
But she was unraveling now.
“He said Adrian was perfect because he was greedy enough to cooperate and arrogant enough to think he was being rewarded!”
Adrian stared at Richard.
“You son of a—”
Security entered before he could finish.
The gala continued beyond the closed doors.
Music.
Laughter.
Glasses clinking.
Nobody inside understood that an empire was cracking open twenty feet away.
I looked at Harrison.
“Freeze every account connected to the fund.”
“Already done.”
“Suspend every involved executive.”
“Yes.”
“Preserve all records.”
“Yes.”
Then I looked at Adrian.
He seemed smaller somehow.
Not because he had lost his title.
Because I finally saw him clearly.
He stepped toward me.
“Clara, I swear I didn’t steal forty-two million dollars.”
Perhaps he was telling the truth.
That was the terrible part.
I believed him.
I believed he had accepted dirty money without asking enough questions.
I believed vanity had made him easy to manipulate.
But I did not believe he had masterminded this.
Not anymore.
“Take him upstairs,” Harrison told security.
Adrian resisted.
“Wait.”
His eyes locked on mine.
“There’s something you need to know.”
“Adrian—” Vanessa warned.
He ignored her.
“Your company has a traitor.”
Harrison’s expression became cold.
“So far, we appear to have several.”
“No.”
Adrian shook his head.
“Not Vale.”
He pointed toward Richard.
“He’s terrified because someone above him is giving orders.”
Richard’s face changed.
That was all the confirmation I needed.
I looked at Harrison.
“Above a director?”
“There are only a handful of people with that degree of access.”
My board.
Senior leadership.
And my private office.
Adrian stared directly at me.
“Someone knew exactly when you were coming tonight.”
A chill moved through me.
“That’s impossible.”
“Is it?”
“I decided less than an hour ago.”
“I know.”
His gaze shifted.
Slowly.
Toward Harrison.
The corridor became silent.
Harrison did not move.
Adrian smiled grimly.
“Ask him how the transfer request was submitted using my biometrics while I was standing in a ballroom surrounded by three hundred witnesses.”
“Adrian,” Harrison said, “be very careful.”
“You knew she was coming.”
“I arranged her transportation.”
“You knew exactly when she left the house.”
“Because she called me.”
“You knew when she would arrive.”
“Yes.”
“And you control Vanguard’s internal security infrastructure.”
Harrison’s eyes hardened.
“That is enough.”
But my heart had begun beating faster.
Adrian looked at me.
“I may be a fool, Clara.
I may have destroyed our marriage tonight.”
His voice cracked.
“But I didn’t authorize that transfer.”
Then he said the words I could not ignore.
“And whoever did knew your private authentication phrase.”
I froze.
Harrison froze too.
Only four people had ever known that phrase.
My father.
Me.
Harrison.
And—
No.
Impossible.
My father had been dead for eight years.
My mother longer.
The fourth person had supposedly died with them.
I turned toward Harrison.
His face had gone completely white.
For the first time in all the years I had known him, Harrison Blackwood looked afraid.
“What phrase?”
I whispered.
Adrian swallowed.
“The request included an executive override.”
He looked at Harrison.
“Tell her.”
Harrison said nothing.
“Harrison.”
His jaw tightened.
Finally, he answered.
“The override phrase was Eleanora Seven.”
My mother’s name.
My knees nearly weakened.
Nobody outside my family should have known it.
Nobody.
A phone began ringing.
Not mine.
Harrison’s.
He pulled it from his pocket.
The screen showed no number.
Only PRIVATE CALLER.
We stared at it.
“Answer,” I said.
Harrison hesitated.
Then he accepted the call and activated the speaker.
For several seconds, there was only static.
Then a woman spoke.
Her voice was elegant.
Calm.
Older.
And so painfully familiar that every memory inside me seemed to stop breathing.
“Hello, Clara.”
The corridor disappeared.
The gala disappeared.
Even Adrian disappeared.
Because I knew that voice.
I had heard it sing to me when I was a child.
I had heard it whisper goodnight from the edge of my bed.
I had heard it say my name one final time before the car accident that supposedly killed both of my parents.
My lips barely moved.
“Mother?”
A soft laugh came through the phone.
Harrison closed his eyes.
And in that instant, I understood something even more terrifying than the voice itself.
He wasn’t shocked.
He had known.
The woman on the phone spoke again.
“You’ve finally stepped into the light, darling.”
I stared at Harrison.
My oldest protector.
My father’s closest friend.
The man I had trusted with my company, my inheritance, and nearly every secret I possessed.
“What did you do?”
I whispered.
Harrison opened his eyes.
Before he could answer, my mother’s voice came through the speaker one final time.
“Don’t trust anyone in that hallway, Clara.”
The call ended.
And behind me, the ballroom lights suddenly went out.
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