Public Claim The invitation to the Hartwell Foundation gala had arrived three weeks earlier. Sandro had meant to decline it.Now it was the only move he had."They want to see if you flinch," Luca had said that afternoon in the study, one hand resting on the back of a chair, his voice smooth and reasonable. "Baldini and the consortium. Half the ballroom will have watched that video by now. If you stay home, it is confirmation. If you walk in with your wife on your arm, it is a statement."Sandro had looked at him for a long moment. Luca's face had not changed. It never did. But Sandro watched his hands, and he watched the camera feed from the hallway running in his mind like a loop, and he said only, "Arrange the cars."Elena had been harder to persuade. He had expected resistance. Instead, she had stood in the doorway of the bedroom in the grey light, arms folded, her face pale and set."If I'm the shield," she said quietly, "then I'll be one on my terms. Not because you dressed me
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