Serena We heard a knock on the door fifteen minutes later.Desmond stepped through the door in his usual composed way, briefcase in hand, suit immaculate. He looked at me first with the particular expression of a man who was deeply relieved that I was awake and conscious and would have said so if Ethan wasn't in the room."Mrs. Ashford," he said. Warm and respectful. "I'm glad to see you looking better.""Thank you, Desmond," I said. "Sit down."He nodded to Ethan. "Mr. Ashford."Ethan acknowledged him with a look that was civil enough.Desmond set his briefcase on the small table and opened it. Then he paused."Before the meeting materials," he said, "there's something else. Something I found this morning while I was looking for the contract files in the archive room."He reached into the briefcase and removed a document. Old paper. The kind that had weight to it beyond its physical mass."It was behind a false panel at the back of the lower cabinet," he said. "Your father's handwri
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