~ CHLOE POV ~Six-thirty in the morning was the only time the Cole penthouse felt peaceful. I found Thomas in the kitchen, organizing a silver tray with a single cup of black coffee, half a grapefruit, and a stack of printed financial reports."Mr. Cole takes his breakfast in the formal dining room," Thomas explained softly, noting my presence. "Alone. He reviews the overnight markets. The children eat in the kitchen at eight.""Not today," I said.I woke Leo, Maya, and Sam at seven. They were groggy and confused, especially when I handed them plates of scrambled eggs and toast instead of directing them to the kitchen island."Follow me," I told them."We're not allowed in the formal dining room before school," Leo said, holding his plate defensively. "Dad is working.""Your dad has a very large table," I replied, grabbing a pitcher of orange juice. "And you have to eat. Let's go."I marched all three children down the corridor and pushed open the doors to the formal dining room. Har
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