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CHAPTER 14 — PLAYING ALONG
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THE FAT BRIDE HE NEVER WANTED CHAPTER 15 — THE FATHER SHE NEVER HAD
Naomi's POVI got in the car.I cannot fully explain why. There was no good reason to get in the car. There were several excellent reasons not to get in the car, starting with the fact that the man inside it had orchestrated the situation that had put me at an altar in a dead woman's dress and ending with the fact that Adrian had specifically said stay inside the manor and this was considerably outside the manor.I told myself it was because I needed information.That was partially true. I did need information. But it was not the whole truth and I was honest enough with myself to know it. The whole truth was that this man had said the words I am your father and something ancient and stubborn in me needed to look at him. Needed to sit across from him in an enclosed space and take a proper inventory of what sixty years of living had made of the man who had walked away from my mother before I was old enough to remember his absence.The driver did not look at me. The car pulled into tra
THE FAT BRIDE HE NEVER WANTED CHAPTER 14 — PLAYING ALONG
Naomi's POVThe agreement was simple.Celeste continued. We continued. Nothing changed visibly. Darius tracked every communication, every contact, every digital footprint she left while she was in or near the manor. We fed her the information we had selected for her to have and we watched where it went.Simple in theory.Considerably less simple when the person you were performing normalcy around was sitting across from you at eleven in the morning with a coffee cup and a smile and the specific sharpness of someone who had been very good at reading rooms for a very long time.★★★Celeste stayed for two hours that first evening.She was charming throughout. She asked questions that were reasonable and warm and designed with the precision of someone who understood exactly which questions produced the most useful answers without appearing to be useful questions at all.How was I finding London. Did I have friends in the city or was I rather isolated. Had I had a chance to explore the Fou
THE FAT BRIDE HE NEVER WANTED CHAPTER 13 — THE INSIDER
Adrian's POVI sat with it for forty-seven minutes before I told Naomi.She was across the desk from me in the study, having followed me from the hallway without asking questions, which I was beginning to understand was characteristic. She did not demand information before it was ready to be given. She waited with the patience of someone who understood that rushing a thing rarely improved it.I appreciated that more than I intended to.I had the file open in front of me. Darius had sent everything through in the twelve minutes between the phone call and us reaching the study. Bank records. Payment histories. Dates. Amounts. The particular paper trail of someone who had been careful but not careful enough, which was the only kind of trail that eventually got found.The payments were consistent. Monthly. Eighteen months of them. Not large enough to attract immediate attention. Large enough, over time, to constitute a significant arrangement.All of them to a single account.Celeste Va
THE FAT BRIDE HE NEVER WANTED CHAPTER 12 — THE STORY SHE TOLD
Adrian's POV I have sat across negotiating tables from some of the most strategically capable people in British business. I have watched men with forty years of experience attempt to dismantle deals I had spent months constructing. I have been in rooms where every person present was working against my position and I was required to hold it anyway. I have read people professionally and personally for thirty years and I am, without false modesty, exceptionally good at it. I had never watched anything quite like what Naomi did at that breakfast table. ★★★ I had known within four minutes of Diana and Rosalind's arrival what they were. My mother had not told me about this. She had sent a message the previous evening about a formal breakfast and dress accordingly and I had assumed it was one of her periodic attempts to impose structure on a household that had become considerably less structured since Saturday. I had not assumed it was an ambush. I had underestimated her. That was m
THE FAT BRIDE HE NEVER WANTED CHAPTER 11 — MARGARET'S MOVE
Naomi's POV.I woke up thinking Eleanor's smile at the door last night, small and specific and slightly wicked.Be ready.I got up. I washed my face. I looked at myself in the mirror with more than four seconds this time because today apparently required a fuller assessment. Lily had brought more clothes the previous evening, a quiet knock and a folded stack left on the chair without ceremony, and I had gone through them with the same careful attention I had given the first set.Someone with access to significant resources and a good eye had selected these. They fit. Not approximately. Precisely.I chose a deep green dress today. Structured. The kind that said I dressed with intention this morning and the intention was that you should take me seriously. I put my hair up. I put on the shoes that had come with yesterday's delivery because they were the best shoes I had ever worn and I was not going to pretend otherwise.I looked at myself.Grace's daughter, Eleanor had said.Right. I t
THE FAT BRIDE HE NEVER WANTED CHAPTER 10 — WHAT ELEANOR KNOWS
Naomi's POVThe study meeting had ended at half past ten.Adrian had dismissed me with three words. Get some rest. Not unkindly. But with the finality of a man who had processing to do that required privacy and had decided that the processing would go better if I was not in the room watching him do it.I understood. I left.What he was sitting with was significant. The silver-haired man with the ring who had attended his father's funeral and sat in the front row and been to this house many times.Celeste photographed beside him eight months ago, three weeks before Mrs. Patel's agency appeared. The shape of something that had been in his world for years, quietly and patiently, waiting for the right moment to move.I could not imagine what it felt like to be Adrian Holt right now and I did not try.I went back to my room.I sat at the desk. I turned my mother's photograph face up for the first time since I had placed it face down the night before.Grace Bridges. Young. Smiling. Complete
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