Chapter 12: In Which Apologies Fall Flat and the Past Comes Calling

Lillian entered the conference room like a storm in a sheath dress—no smile, no sarcasm, just a sharp click of heels and a tighter-than-usual ponytail.

Oliver looked up from the manuscript. “Lillian—”

“We should start with chapter sixteen. Avery had margin notes on pacing.”

He stood slowly. “Can ...

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