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ount Sinai Hospital. Security guards in black suits shoved
wore a pair of oversized Tom Ford sunglasses that co
the back of the Maybach, the heavy door thudding shu
of rich leather and
bag in her lap. She let out a long sigh of
to squeeze Altagracia's hand. "I am grounding you, Altag
ce. She turned her head and looked at her mother.
ia said, her voice steady. "I'm done playing games. Almost
k by the mature tone. "Darl
" Altagracia stated flatly. "I want t
. "The investment division? Altagracia, that's the bloodiest department on Wall Street.
gracia said, her voice hardening. "I can'
ld speak, Altagore
th because Vance Group had been desperately preparing to pitch a joint venture for that exact project to save themselves from bankruptcy. "The leverage r
knew enough about the family business to recogniz
lance a checkbook-had just casually dia
pride welled up
her hands shaking as she dug her phone
Blanchard. When the old man answered, El
ing, joyous laughter of her gr
n!" August
ok the phone.
estment department? Here you go. But first, we must announce to the world that the heir to the Blanchard family h
dfather," Altagr
pile a comprehensive background dossier on every single guest attending this gala. Financial histories, recent investments, and personal indiscretions. I want it on my
old-embossed envelope land
ed. He had spent the last 48 hours interrogating Kristie, finding no proof
to go. He had to figure out what g
la, the Hamptons estat
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reflection. The crown was
y silk of her gown poo
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