She Announced My Replacement at the Ballet. Then the Curtain Rose on Her Ruin.

closer.

“You think you can humiliate me?”

“I think you already did.”

He shook the papers.

“You have no idea what you’re starting.”

Margaret appeared beside me then.

Perfectly timed.

White hair.

Black suit.

Red lipstick.

She looked like the final signature on a death certificate.

“Actually, Mr. Whitmore,” she said.

“We do.”

Graham stared at her.

“Margaret.”

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