suffocating pitch. Her tears were smearing thick black mascara across her pale cheeks. “You saved us! You saved the house! I knew it… I always knew you were the strongest and smartest of my daughters! You have your grandfather’s brilliant mind! You can fix this, Blair. You can talk to Arthur Keating! Tell him it was just a silly family misunderstanding! Give Harper a small loan—just ten million—to stabilize her business! We are blood! We are the Sterling family!”
I stared at her fingers on my lapel.
I remembered being