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Chapter 14: The Offer on the Table

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Jeremy's POV

Vivienne was waiting at a hotel bar in the city center, somewhere neutral and public and anonymous, which told me she was either frightened or very deliberate. With Vivienne, it was usually both.

She had a glass of water in front of her and an untouched menu and the look of a woman who had spent the evening rehearsing something she was not entirely sure she was still going to say.

I sat down across from her.

"You know about Eleanor's confession," I said.

"I know Eleanor was alone i
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