The Stoic Billionaire’s Secret Family Exposed
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as a shrill, demanding sound that c
icked up the receiver, her
t of cold relief through her; at least they were adhering to the NDA. "We just received a
said quickly. "A banking
support systems is strict. If the account isn't current within 24 hours,
or the dying. Understaffed, overcrow
nore promised, her voic
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:00 PM. Beha
her eyes. It
n the garage; those were for "public appearances." The drive to Manhattan took two hours in
black glass and steel. Elenore parked three bloc
ceptionist, a woman who had worke
sked, as if s
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Ms. Vance is
the corner of the lobby. Staff members wal
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asically an inde
pt her back straight, her hands folded in he
r phone buz
The air up here was thinner, colder. Sh
ng an ice pack to her cheek. She lowered it as E
a single sheet of paper acros
LOGY & LIAB
to "emotional instability," "unprovoked hysteria," and "physical aggression." It a
voice was muffled slightly
re said, looking up, "y
edia
it like a weapon aimed at herself. If she signed this, she was giving them
asping for air in a crowded st
The ink was blac
pression. She typed a command into her key
again, Elenore. Or I pull the plug on you
elt like they didn't belong to her. She f
television was mounted on the wa
ields: The Family Man
re st
ens. It showed Cedrick walking down a street in SoHo. He was wea
t a little girl skipping beside him. Julianna was on his other
erfect. They
he muttered. He glanced at the TV, then at Elenore. He leane
lobby felt like it was shrinki
She hit the button repe
. No sound came out. It was a silent, guttural heave of her
hone
: Ce
Dinner at 7.
view mirror. Her eyes were red. Her hair was
f her hand. The roughness of her s
ered to the empty ca
ear. She was going b