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Chapter 27: Seven to Five
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Transmigrated As The Billionaire's Discarded Wife Chapter 28: Eight to Five
My father rose to his full height, and for the first time in my life I saw how tall he was."Tobias," Delphine said, soft and dangerous. "Sit down.""No."One word and the room seemed to tilt. He didn't look at her. He looked at the black glass table, then lifted his eyes to the portrait of my mother that hung above the head chair, painted at fifty, reading glasses pushed into her hair."Elena built the third look into every device," he said. "I used to roll my eyes at it. I thought it was vanity." His voice shook, and he let it. "She was right. I never took a second look at anything in this house. Not at my wife or at my daughter.""This is theatrics," Delphine hissed."It's a vote." He turned to the clerk. "Chair thirteen. Estate seat. Nay."Silence. Then a small, startled sound from Dr. Imani, like a laugh trying not to be a sob."Seven to six," Hale-Whitcomb said quickly. "The motion still carries.""Not quite." Imani was on her feet, a sheet of bylaws already in her hand. "Artic
Transmigrated As The Billionaire's Discarded Wife Chapter 27: Seven to Five
The boardroom doors were closed. I opened them anyway.Twelve faces turned. Delphine sat at the head of the black glass table, one hand resting on a motion paper. My father sat at her right, staring at the grain of the wood as though it might open."Seraphine," Delphine said pleasantly. "How enterprising. But this is a closed session.""The court order says otherwise.""The court order grants observer status at the board's discretion." She slid the paper an inch forward. "And the board is about to exercise it."Dr. Imani was already half out of her chair. "Madam Chair, this motion was not circulated.""It was circulated this morning.""At eleven fifty. For a noon meeting.""Then you had ten minutes." Delphine's smile didn't move. "Shall we vote?"I stayed standing by the door. "May I at least hear the motion?"Delphine inclined her head, generous as a queen. "Read it, Preston."Hale-Whitcomb cleared his throat. "Motion to revoke observer access to board proceedings and to reassign the
Transmigrated As The Billionaire's Discarded Wife Chapter 26: The Lime Becomes A Plum
At twelve weeks and one day, I threw up in Locke Meridian's executive washroom and felt, for the first time in a month, completely fine afterward."That's the turn," Nadia had said at the scan the morning before, pushing her glasses up her nose as the screen showed a small, perfect profile, a nose, a curled fist, a flicker of movement. "Second trimester starts tomorrow. The nausea fades. The energy comes back.""You're sure?""I'm a doctor, not a prophet. But yes."Mrs. Hale had cried. I'd stared at the screen and thought, *seventy-three days.*"Eat the toast, madam.""I'm not hungry.""You're growing a person. Hunger is not a vote." Mrs. Hale set a plate in front of me, crisp toast, soft egg, a wedge of pear arranged like a flower, and a mug of her dreadful, wonderful ginger tea. "Eat. Then we'll discuss what you're wearing.""I'm wearing what I always wear.""You're wearing a navy dress that has been seen by three newspapers." She sniffed. "Your mother's old office requires somethin
Transmigrated As The Billionaire's Discarded Wife Chapter 25: The Script
Marguerite Ellison began to cry before she reached the podium. It was beautiful crying, silent and luminous, tears sliding down her cheeks without a single sob to spoil the line of her face. Every camera in the lobby found her. Every reporter leaned in. "Seraphine," she said again, and her voice trembled exactly as much as it should. "I can't stay silent anymore. Not after what you've said about my family." *Stand still. Let her speak. Then step back.* The thought rose through the noise, small and rehearsed, in a voice that wasn't hers. *Mother wrote this part.* I kept my hands on the wood and said nothing. "You stand there calling yourself a victim," Marguerite went on, with a little catch in her breath. "But you've harassed me. You've turned Evander against me. You've spread lies about my mother, who has only ever shown you kindness. I came here today to ask you, in front of everyone, to stop." A murmur swept the room. Pens scratched. A cameraman near the front adjusted his f
Transmigrated As The Billionaire's Discarded Wife Chapter 24: The Podium
At four in the morning I sat on the edge of the bed in Apartment 4C with the burner in my lap, rereading the last message until the words stopped looking like words."He knows I'm not her," I whispered."He knows something," the system said. "He used the word nurse. He has seen Mara Lowell's file.""Is that possible? You told me nothing of her exists here.""It does not follow that nothing exists elsewhere." A pause, almost reluctant. "Host, I do not know what he is. I know only that he is not afraid of you, and that he is afraid of the child.""Then I won't hide," I said."Explain.""If he's been reading me since the beginning, then hiding is pointless. He wants me frightened and quiet. So I'll be visible. In daylight, on camera, saying everything I know.""That is dangerous.""So is everything else."***Cole Tower's conference room at seven a.m. smelled of coffee and printer toner. Imogen had covered the glass table with paper: production logs, audit certificates, eleven years of d
Transmigrated As The Billionaire's Discarded Wife Chapter 23: Proper Tea
I ran the whole way from the elevator to the car. Marcus held my elbow and Odley shouted something about stairs, but my heart ran. I called Apartment 4C seven times from the backseat. The line rang and rang."Mrs. Hale's phone is on the kitchen counter," the system said. "It is not moving.""Is she there?""I cannot see inside the building. The privacy shield works in both directions.""Then tell me something useful.""Her last recorded movement was at 11:52, when she opened the refrigerator. It is now 1:38."I pressed my fist against my mouth. Marcus took a corner on two wheels.The lobby smelled same as always. The doorman was not the one I knew.He was younger, stocky, with a buzz cut and a name tag that read DEREK. He looked up from the desk, smiled, and said, "Good afternoon, Ms. Lowell."I had never given him that name.*Don't react,* I told myself. *Don't.*"Where's Walter?" I asked."Called in sick this morning." Derek's smile didn't waver. "I'm covering."*She's early. She wa
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