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103. A Family Dinner

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Claire's POV

By the time Olivia and Emma arrived, the dining table had already become the subject of an argument.

It wasn't a serious argument, although Damien had the particular ability to make even harmless disagreements sound like matters requiring a board meeting. He was standing beside the table with one hand resting on the back of a chair, looking at the plates Maria had arranged while Olivia inspected the place settings with the suspicion of someone who had been personally offended by t
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    Damien's POV I waited until the penthouse was quiet before opening Tiffany's employment file.Claire had gone to bed nearly an hour earlier. I could hear the faint movement from the bedroom whenever she turned over, followed by long stretches of silence. I had learned to recognize the difference between her sleeping peacefully and the restless nights that sometimes followed a difficult memory, and tonight she seemed calm.I wanted to leave it that way.The conversation we'd had earlier kept returning to me, particularly the detail she had remembered about Tiffany watching us across a room. Claire had been careful not to turn an incomplete memory into an accusation, and I respected that. She had told me exactly what she remembered and, just as importantly, what she didn't.That left me with something I could work with.Facts.I opened the personnel system on my laptop and pulled up Tiffany's employment record.Her file was shorter than I expected.I had appointed her myself.That fact

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    Claire's POV By the time Olivia and Emma arrived, the dining table had already become the subject of an argument.It wasn't a serious argument, although Damien had the particular ability to make even harmless disagreements sound like matters requiring a board meeting. He was standing beside the table with one hand resting on the back of a chair, looking at the plates Maria had arranged while Olivia inspected the place settings with the suspicion of someone who had been personally offended by the number of forks.“You have four forks,” Olivia said.Damien glanced at the table. “I can count.”“I know you can count. I'm questioning why.”“For dinner.”Olivia looked at me. “You see what I have to deal with?”I laughed as I came into the room. “You invited yourself.”“I was invited.”“By me.”“Exactly. Which means you have excellent judgment.”Emma followed her into the dining room carrying a bottle of sparkling water and immediately looked at the table.“I think Olivia is upset about the

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