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Chapter Sixteen: The Architect

Author: Joyce Claire
last update publish date: 2026-06-30 23:09:10

The invitation came through Cordelia's assistant the evening before.

It was a short text “Mrs. Crane requests your company for lunch tomorrow by twelve thirty in the estate.”

Sloane read it twice and typed back immediately. “Of course. I'll be there.”

Then she put her phone down and stood in the middle of her apartment and thought about what she was going to wear.

*********

The estate dining room table seated twenty-four people.

With just the two of them at one end of it, the empty chairs stret
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