After speaking, Dorothy didn't bother to gauge Caelan's reaction. She turned and walked up the steps.But no footsteps followed behind her.She paused, frowning slightly, and turned back.Caelan stood where he was, hands in his pockets—calm, composed, and unmoving."First," he said, raising a finger, his tone even, "when you ask someone to do something, you say 'please.'"He paused awhile, then raised a second finger."Second, if the Vesper family thinks there's mud on my shoes and looks down on me as some dirt-poor nobody, then I don't need to step through this door at all."With that, he turned to leave.Dexter, standing to the side, didn't stop him. In fact, he stepped aside, giving Caelan a clear path.Now Dorothy truly panicked.She had assumed that an orphan who had spent thirty years scraping by in the outside world—suddenly acknowledged by the richest man in the city—would, at the very least, be overwhelmed with gratitude, if not nervous and eager to please.How coul
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