Eleanor Twenty minutes later, I arrived at King’s Road, jumped off the bus, and walked briskly towards my mother's boutique.Martin, the bald-headed, spectacled man who had been my mom’s loyal assistant during her socialite days when we hadlots of money had morphed into her new retail assistant.He was peering through the display window with a frown on his forehead. “What are you doing here, Missy?” he asked asI walked into the store.“I need to check out something that’s in Mom’s office,” I said, and hurried towards the back of the store.Closing the door, I almost tripped over a stack of samples in my rush to get to my mom’s messy desk of receipts and letters. I sat in her swivel chair and pulled open her drawer. I was actually looking for Mom’s bank statement, but as I opened the second drawer, my eyes connected with a strange document. Curiously, I picked it up, and I thought my hearthad come to a stop in my chest.No, no, no. I reread it and I still couldn’t believe what I wa
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