“Good. Fear keeps people honest. Fear keeps people away.”
Margaret picked up her purse from the side table.
“I’m meeting Victor for lunch. We need to discuss the Henderson contract, and you need a driver by tomorrow or you’ll be late for the board meeting.”
The door closed with a soft thud, leaving Eleanor alone in the vast house.
She walked to her office and sat behind the mahogany desk that had belonged to her father. The room was perfect—leatherbound books, expensive art, everything in its place, just like her life.
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