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Chapter 27: Honey Trap

Penulis: Ayla Ren
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-16 06:00:25
On a Sunday afternoon at an Italian restaurant near Rockefeller Center, I did something that would make any psychologist shake her head. I orchestrated the seating chart.

A luncheon for donors to the Pandora Cares Foundation isn't exciting — fifteen round tables, white tablecloths, pink peonies, wives pretending to care about orphans while tallying how many times cameras capture them.

I planted a suggestion in Cordelia's ear:

"Poor Maeve Conroy just moved from the Hamptons. Seat her near Za
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