After dawn, I went to Vance Group.Seven years ago, Nathaniel was only running underground business in a few small southern cities. After he married me, with my father's resources as the old Don and the backing of an enormous underground money chain, he grew into the underground king of New York.Those years, to help him secure his position, he'd be so exhausted he'd fall asleep at his desk. I'd quietly stick a yellow Post-it over the glaring lamp in front of him.On that Post-it was one sentence.Nathaniel will stand at the top of the pyramid.When he woke, he carefully tucked it into the notebook he carried everywhere, looked at me with all the tenderness in the world, and said he'd keep it for life.As his underworld career soared, to protect his dignity as the sole reigning Don, I willingly followed clan tradition, stepped back into the shadows, and played the low-key Donna behind him.The front desk recognized me and bowed respectfully."Donna, the Don is in the executive conferen
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