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22 • Camille
Resplendently beautiful in the way only wild things are, with hair so red it looked like it must’ve been dyed even as it was lightened by age, Solange Delacourt could be charming when she wanted to be.
An astute manipulator, she fell under that one percent of the population seemingly born with an inherent recognition of the fact that if you did not learn to bend, you would break. One had to be adaptable if they want
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For all that he ate like a man who knew it was his last day alive and moved through the world with a slickness that left Nico feeling no small amount of discomfort, his sister-in-law’s belief in Jack Murchison did not go unfounded as the man not only looked into the claims on Camille Delacourt (which proved correct in the end), but took things a step further by pulling on a few strings, which is how barely a week after his conversation with Aria, the CEO of De Rossi Inc. found himself seated in the lobby ofBon Vivant Media, his feet tapping a steady, nervous rhythm into the tile-lined marble floors of the establishment.
Room to Fall 24 • Camille
Two things stood out to Camille as soon as the bespectacled man stepped into her office.The first was the sheer bulk of him, so that she’d initially thought he was a particularly well-dressed bodyguard, at least until he started to amble forward without hesitation, his gaze leveled steadily on hers in an unspoken challenge that seemed set on daring her to say otherwise—which led to the second thing she noticed abou
Room to Fall 25 • Nicolo
Later he would marvel at the fact that his heart hadn’t broken out of his chest to try and make a run for one of the windows, though it in no way beat his surprise at the subconscious decision he’d made to lie about his identity, so that he replied without hesitation,Gianni Moretti, as soon as the time came to introduce himself.Gianni because it was the first thing that came to mind when he thought o
Room to Fall 01 • Camille
And if the devil were to see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent.—Farouq Gouida
Room to Fall 02 • Camille
Just as they were about to begin, a ripple seemed to pass over every individual in the Metropolitan’s private casino and all it took was an enquiring glance thrown carelessly over David’s head to identify the new arrival: Teodor Vukomanovic.Camille felt herself still, considered calling the whole thing off, telling Michael that she couldn’t help him before heading home, but of course she remained rooted in her chair, watching as the older man took in the entire room from his vantage point by the door, where men built like slabs of wood with muscles straining under the confines of their black suits flanked his sides.He
Room to Fall 03 • Nicolo
MILANIt was said that along with a penchant for spending lavishly on designer wardrobes (as a quick stroll around Via Montenapoleone would soon have you learn) the Milanese moved at a pace quicker than you could expect to find in any other Italian city, save Rome perhaps.On any other day, Nicolo Giorgio De Rossi—CEO and chairman of the De Rossi Group and a two time GQ Man of the Year award winner, among other things—would’ve been contented to sit back and indulge in a power nap as Marco swerved past tourists, ignoring street signs and speed limits in the cutthroat way drivers in that part of the It
Room to Fall 04 • Nicolo
Courtesy demanded that Nico should’ve walked straight to the boardroom as soon as he arrived, but his lift up the cramped metal box had—for the second time that morning it seemed—triggered his fear of enclosed spaces, so that by the time he stumbled out muttering a halfhearted goodbye to Timothy the intern, it was all he could do to fight against the irrational panic.Already, his breaths had begun coming out in shallow audible bursts.Nico needed a pick-me-up, but his tight schedule hadn’t afforded him time to indulge in one of his favorite pre-work rituals which involved brewing himself an Espresso and savoring
Room to Fall 05 • Camille
“You and you, switch spots!”Morgan Pierce’s clear tenor rang through the Museum of Modern Art’s Sculpture Garden and a Canon camera hung precariously in a limp-wristed hand as the two girls he’d spoken to obeyed, changing positions just like he’d told them to.“Yes, yes,” the photographer said with a satisfied smile. He squinted, raised the camera to an eye. “Now pose!”Click. Click. Click.
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