Zoe had been in boardrooms most of her adult life, first as her father's daughter, then as Emery's wife. She knew what money was comfortable with, was fertilized it and what stunted its growth.Her eyes held fire and she stood, smoothed her bouncy dress, and followed the woman to the elevator.The grief would wait, the exhaustion could wait, the fear should disappear. The image of Chizaram's face that had surfaced three times already this morning would wait.Right now she needed to be sharp. She needed to be the version of herself she had not been in years, the one that existed before she spent years making herself smaller to fit inside Emery's life.The elevator opened on the fourteenth floor.His office was at the end of a quiet and long corridor. His assistant who met her at the elevator, a young man with a polite smile, knocked once, opened the door, and stepped aside.Zoe walked in, her shoulders straight, head raised looking every inch of a socialite.Nathaniel Quest did not lo
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