1 septembre 2026

I arrived at my dad’s retirement gala and overheard. She’s just here to ruin the mood….

“Security.”

Two guards in ill-fitting blazers materialized from the hallway like they’d been waiting for their cue.

The younger one wouldn’t meet my eyes. The older one cleared his throat. “Ma’am, we’ve been asked to—”

“I know what you’ve been asked to do,” I said quietly.

I looked past them into the ballroom.

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