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Chapter Fourty Three

Mira.

No one needed her in the kitchen, although she was just in time to prevent connie from loading crystal glasses into the dishwasher. Matty had simply been giving her a chance to escape, Mira realised belatedly. Dan, too, although it hurt to acknowledge that he might have even one kind bone in his body.

She should go back. People would be leaving, but she couldn’t face the drawing room again.

The polite condolences which, for the most part, simply masked the unasked questions she could see in everyone’s eyes.

They were sorry Nate was dead, sympathetic, but their concerns were with the future. Would the company go on? Would they have their jobs at the end of the month? Survival was the name of the game. For them, just as much as those two tactless imbeciles who undoubtedly wanted to know when their bills would be paid. Questions to which she had no answers.

It occurred to her that she was now the owner of a business that she knew next to nothing about. She’d talked about going
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