Vivienne Steele"Close the door, Gerald."He did, then turned from the door with the ease of a man who had never once in his life walked into a room and felt unwelcome in it. He looked at me across Richard's study, took in the fact that I was seated behind Richard's desk, not in front of it, assessed this, adjusted."Vivienne." He settled into the chair across from me, crossed one leg over the other, relaxed. "You look like you haven't slept.""I haven't," I said. "Sit properly, please. This isn't a social visit."Something shifted in his expression, and I could easily tell it was not an alarm. Gerald did not alarm easily. A recalibration, the adjustment of a man who had expected a different kind of room, a different Vivienne, the one he had been managing successfully for thirty-four years."You called Helena Voss," I said.He didn't flinch. "I reached out to someone who has an interest in how this situation resolves. That's not unusual.""Helena Voss," I repeated, "aba
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