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ount Sinai Hospital. Security guards in black suits shoved

wore a pair of oversized Tom Ford sunglasses that co

the back of the Maybach, the heavy door thudding shu

of rich leather and

bag in her lap. She let out a long sigh of

to squeeze Altagracia's hand. "I am grounding you, Altag

ce. She turned her head and looked at her mother.

ia said, her voice steady. "I'm done playing games. Almost

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ld speak, Altagore

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knew enough about the family business to recogniz

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pride welled up

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Blanchard. When the old man answered, El

ing, joyous laughter of her gr

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ok the phone.

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dfather," Altagr

pile a comprehensive background dossier on every single guest attending this gala. Financial histories, recent investments, and personal indiscretions. I want it on my

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to go. He had to figure out what g

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reflection. The crown was

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