The private dining room at Le Bernardin felt like a different planet from all the corporate bullshit and inheritance drama. Candlelight bounced off crystal glasses, good wine sat breathing in fancy decanters, and for the first time in weeks, I was eating dinner with people who actually gave a damn if I lived or died."To the woman who just became the scariest person at this table," Jules said, lifting her champagne with a grin that was half proud, half trouble. "And somehow kept her head on straight.""The night's still young," I said, touching my glass to hers. "Give me time."Across the table, Sana Van Alston—my cousin, still getting used to that idea—smiled without looking like she was about to bolt. Away from her mother and that suffocating boardroom, she looked different. Younger. Like she could actually breathe for once."I still can't wrap my head around what you did," she said. "When you walked into that first meeting, I figured my mother was going to tear you apart.""She sur
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