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Chapter 12: Chen
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Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter Fifteen: The Dress Code Said Gold
Elise's POVThe invitation weighed more than my coffee cup.It arrived on a Monday morning inside a black lacquered box, tied with gold ribbon and delivered by a courier who waited for my signature and refused a tip. Naomi stood at my elbow while I lifted the lid, and for a moment neither of us spoke. Inside, on a bed of ivory tissue, lay a single card engraved in raised gold letters.*Kestrel Global requests the honor of your presence at the Founders' Gala, Saturday evening, the Fairmont Olympic Hotel. Black tie. The color of the evening is gold.*"Gold," I said."Kestrel has not held this gala in six years." Naomi's eyes were wide behind her glasses. "Presidents of banks fly in for it. Last time, a senator was refused entry because his tuxedo was the wrong shade of black.""I am not planning to wear black.""I suspected you were not." She picked up the little envelope tucked beneath the card. "There is a handwritten note."The paper felt warm, as though someone had been holding it.
Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter Fourteen: The House After Dinner
Julian's POV"You embarrassed that girl in front of her enemy, Julian, and I will not forgive it."My mother said it before I had finished taking off my coat. She stood at the foot of the grand staircase in the Medina house with one hand on the banister and the other around Veronica's shoulders, and Veronica was crying into a lace handkerchief with the soft, hopeless sobs of a child who has been sent to bed without supper."Mother, I embarrassed no one." I loosened my tie. My hands were not quite steady. "I asked a question that anyone would have asked.""You called her a liar at my table.""It was not your table. It was Elise's.""Do not say that name in this house." Margaret's voice cracked like a whip. "That woman set a trap, and you walked into it with your eyes open. She knew exactly how to make a frightened, injured girl look guilty, and she did it beautifully."Veronica sniffled. "Margaret, please. I do not want anyone to fight because of me.""Nobody is fighting, darling." My
Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter 13: Lame walker
Elise's POV"Her name is Dana Whitfield, and she resigned from Harborview Hospital forty minutes after your dinner ended."Naomi said it from the doorway of my penthouse at midnight, still in her work suit, with her laptop under one arm. I stopped with one arm half into my coat. After the elevator, after that voice crackling through the ceiling speaker, I had not been able to sit down, and I had not taken off the crimson dress."After the dinner," I said. "Not before.""Forty minutes after." She turned the laptop toward me. "She worked nights on the fourth floor, where you were taken after surgery. Her badge swipe puts her at your door six times that night, and she was not assigned to your room.""Someone was paying a nurse to listen to me.""Someone who panicked tonight. Dana packed a bag and is leaving Seattle at sunrise." Naomi snapped the lid shut. "I have her address, and I have a driver.""A driver?""I took the liberty of finding you a man named Rafael Torres." She nodded towar
Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter 12: Chen
Elise's POV"A nurse told me," Veronica said. "Obviously a nurse told me."She said it too quickly. She seemed to hear it herself, because she pressed her fingertips to her throat and laughed, a small, trembling sound that did not reach the end of the breath."Which nurse?" I asked."I could not say. They all wear the same blue.""Did she tell you my lawyer's name, or only that I had one?""Elise, I was medicated. I remember being frightened, not faces." Her eyes filled on cue, and a single tear slid down her cheek and dropped onto the stained tablecloth. "Surely you are not interrogating a woman who has only just learned to walk again?"Nobody answered her. The amber light hummed over our round table, and a waiter who had appeared in the doorway with a tray of dessert read the room in half a second and retreated like a man backing away from a bomb.Margaret rose from her chair. She was a small woman, and in that moment she looked very tall."Sit down, Veronica.""Margaret, please..."
Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter Eleven: No Soup Was Served
Elise's POVJulian forgot to close his mouth.It was a small, unguarded thing, and I would have missed it if I had not been watching for exactly that. He stood in the doorway of the private dining room on the fifty-second floor with his hand still on the brass handle, and his eyes traveled from my bare shoulder to the curve of my waist to the slit in my skirt, and then they came back to my face and stayed there as though he had forgotten how to look anywhere else.I had chosen the dress myself. It was deep crimson silk with a square neckline and long sleeves that hid the brace on my wrist, and it fit like a decision. My hair fell loose past my shoulders, the way he used to beg me to wear it and I never did, because I had always been too busy trying to look like someone who did not need to be noticed. I had not been that woman for two weeks, and I did not miss her."You are nineteen minutes late," I said, "and you are letting the draft in.""Elise." His voice came out scraped raw. "You
Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter Ten: The Pattern in the Ledger
Elise's POV"If you stare at that screen any harder, it is going to file a complaint."Naomi dropped onto the arm of my office sofa with a paper carton of dumplings in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other. It was nearly ten at night. The cleaning crew had come and gone, the skyline had turned to scattered gold, and my father's desk was buried under three days of coffee cups, sticky notes, and printed pages I had been refusing to explain to anyone."I am not staring," I said. "I am glaring.""Ah. That is a different skill entirely." She cracked her chopsticks apart. "Eat something. You have lived on tea and spite since Monday.""Spite is very nutritious.""It is not, and you look like a woman who is one skipped meal away from biting a director." She pushed the carton across the desk until it bumped my elbow. "Talk to me. You have a face that means you found something."I had. For three days I had been telling myself it was nothing, because the alternative was worse. I turned
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