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The wine in my glass tasted like ash. I’d been holding my breath for the last ten minutes, the silence at the Harrington dinner table stretching tighter than a piano wire. Twenty-three pairs of eyes, all belonging to the city’s old-money elite, darted between me and the man at the head of the table. – Part 2

“I’ve watched William run this company for fifteen years,” she said, stirring her tea with precise movements. “He’s brilliant in many ways, but he’s also…

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