The dinner had been a dismal, grueling marathon of unspoken accusations and shared terror. Charlie, Lydia, Silas, and Beatrice had sat around the long mahogany table under the weight of a thousand pounds of silence, but nobody talked. The only sound in the cavernous dining room was the rhythmic scraping of silverware against fine china, a grating noise that seemed to count down the seconds of their dying relevance. Charlie stared at his wine glass as if the answers to their impending bankruptcy were written in the dregs, while Silas and Beatrice ate with the mechanical, hollow movements of people who had already died inside.After eating, Silas and Beatrice retreated toward the guest wing, their movements slow, heavy, and defeated. Lydia watched them go for a moment, her eyes narrowed into sharp, icy slits, before she stood up and followed them. She caught up to them just as they entered the gold suite, stepping inside behind them and closing the heavy oak door with a definitive, chil
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