The Hockey Silent Vow's; The Price Of The Name
“It’s an engagement party. Smile. The cameras are watching, and those cameras represent three percent of our projected stock growth.”
“Is that all she is to you? A percentage?” I turned to look at my sister, Bianca. She was standing across the room, wearing a long white gown, laughing at something a senator was saying. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. It never did anymore.
“She is a Moretti,” my father snapped. “She knows her duty. Unlike you, who seems to think this family is a buffet where you can pick and choose what you like.”
“I’m doing everything you asked,” I whispered, my chest tightening. “I’ve handled the merger tech. I’m playing the part.”
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