HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

That answer hurt him.

Good.

Not because I wanted another man.

Because Julian had always believed desire excused possession.

“You won’t destroy the company,” he said. “Too many people depend on it.”

“I know.”

“You can’t run it.”

“I don’t intend to.”

“Then what?”

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