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What the Walls Overheard
The music was too loud to think in, so Ivie left it behind.
She slipped past a knot of guests by the bar, past a waiter balancing a tray of empty glasses, and out into the hallway, where the sound dropped to a dull thud behind her. She wanted five minutes. Just five minutes with the man she was marrying, before her father pulled him into another round of introductions and the night swallowed him whole again.
The study door was open a crack. Light spilled out in a thin line across the carpet.
She almost called his name. Her hand was already on the door.
Then she heard Sophia's voice, low and even, cutting through the quiet.
"If we push past March, the board starts asking questions we don't want asked."
Ivie stopped.
Her hand stayed on the door, but she didn't push it open. She didn't call out either. Something in the tone made her wait, the way you wait when a room feels different than you expected before you even know why.
"March works," Damien said. "Barely."
"Barely isn't good enough. You know how vesting works, Damien. The moment those shares convert, everyone's watching them. We move before that or we don't move at all."
Vesting shares. Ivie knew that phrase. She'd heard her father use it a hundred times at the dinner table, half-joking, the way people talk about money once they've had enough of it to stop being careful about it. It sounded wrong coming from Sophia. Worse was how easily Damien answered it, like this was a conversation they'd had before.
She pushed the door open another inch. Just enough to see.
Damien stood near the window, a glass in his hand he wasn't drinking from. Sophia sat on the arm of the leather chair across from him, one leg crossed over the other, completely at ease. They looked too comfortable. Like this wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation.
"How much longer do we have to keep playing house?" Sophia asked.
Playing house.
The words didn't make sense. Not at first. Ivie stood there turning them over, waiting for them to mean something else.
Damien turned the glass slowly in his hand. "As long as it takes."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one I've got right now." He looked at her, and there was nothing soft in his face. Nothing like the way he looked at Ivie. "The Sterling assets aren't going anywhere. We don't need to rush this."
The Sterling assets.
Her family, reduced to something they could divide between themselves.
She kept waiting for the next line to explain it away. A meeting. A deal with an unfortunate name.
It didn't come.
"You're overthinking the timeline," Damien said.
"I'm not the one who needs to worry about timing." Sophia's voice had an edge to it now, something Ivie had never heard her use on him before. "You're the one who has to sit across from her father every Sunday."
Damien didn't answer that. He looked down at the glass instead, like it had asked him the question.
"Nobody's looking this closely," he said finally. "Not yet."
"Someone always looks eventually." Sophia uncrossed her leg, stood, walked the two steps to the window beside him. Unhurried. "I'd rather we control when that happens than find out the hard way."
Ivie noticed the rug first. A small burn mark near the leg of the desk, shaped like a comma, that had been there since she was a girl. Her father used to joke he'd put it there himself and no one ever believed him. She didn't know why she was looking at it now, of all things, instead of at them.
This is Sophia, she made herself think. The girl who used to sneak into Ivie's room the night before every big event and redo her eyeliner three times until it was right, because Ivie always cried it off worrying.
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Chapter 15 Two WeeksIvie had barely woken when she stretched beneath the sheets and yawned. Sleep still clung to her, but she pushed herself out of bed and reached for the clothes she had left on the chair the night before.She was pulling her top over her head when her phone buzzed on the bedside table.She stopped.For a moment, she considered ignoring it. Then she reached for the phone and unlocked the screen.An email.She opened it.The message was short and formal. An invitation to a meeting concerning a mutually beneficial arrangement. The time was stated clearly. So was the address.She stared at the screen for several seconds before letting out a quiet hiss and dropping the phone back onto the bed.Of course.She should have known Alexander Blackwood wasn't finished with her.She picked up her clothes and walked into the bathroom.The shower helped wake her up, but it did nothing to settle her thoughts. By the time she
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Chapter 14What He Doesn't Say Out LoudShe had said no without actually saying it.Alexander sat with that after she left, the pen still in his hand until he noticed and set it down. Most people who came into this office already knew how the meeting would end. They arrived prepared to accept whatever terms he offered because they had run out of other options. Ivie Sterling had not done that. She had made him repeat himself. She had called him on the pacing before he had fully decided to do it.He hadn’t planned for that.Seventeen days still left her with almost no room to maneuver. She would need the money. Pride only stretched so far when a house and a deadline were involved. But the arrangement would require more handling than he had expected, and he preferred plans that did not need handling.He buzzed his lawyer’s office. “Marcus Reid in my office now, if he’s free.”Reid arrived twenty minutes later with a laptop bag over one shoulder.Alexander didn't waste time.“I want you to
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