shaking with silent, dry sobs of absolute defeat. Harper remained on the floor, staring at the documents that had ruined her. Connor stared out the window, imagining himself in federal prison.
I straightened my jacket, adjusted my platinum cuffs, and headed for the oak doors.
“Enjoy your dinner, Eleanor,” I said over my shoulder. “The tasting menu has already been paid for. Eat well. Because tomorrow morning, you enter the real world.”
I left the dining room.
The brass elevator doors parted, and I entered, ascending once more to the