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Chapter 106: The Bribe Revealed

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Adrian's POV

Eleanor's apartment was on the Upper West Side.

She had lived there for twelve years, since my father died and the family estate in Connecticut had been sold in the specific efficient way she approached all transitions, as logistics to be managed rather than losses to be mourned. The apartment was large and precisely furnished and smelled of the fresh lilies she had delivered every Monday for as long as I could remember.

Lilies.

I had always associated the smell with her.

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