Muted, I stared at nothing in particular. Not their faces. Not the food I had found served, waiting for me. I blanked. “I played right into her trap,” I thought, getting up to leave, but she called me back. “ Not so fast, Diana. I am not done here.” She said, dropped her cutlery and rose from her seat.“ You Sullivans think you have the real power. You think too much about yourselves. Meanwhile, you all are figureheads controlled by the person you least expect. At that moment, I wished I had come down with my phone, but then I remembered that I had attached the recorder Hazel had disabled under my own end of the table. My usual spot on the dining. I reached out and pressed a button that starts it. I hadn't tested if it still works, but I prayed it would.“ I presume since my husband and I are just some average couple, you must have thought yourself so lucky that you have never asked yourself how you got connected to Mr. Sullivan.” She continued with a contented smile. Calm. Too cal
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