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“As I said,” Aud said coolly, “I don’t presume to know Mr. Winfield’s plans.”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Derian muttered. “Look, just get Donatella out of there for now. Let Emily run things until Henrietta is through the postoperative period, and then—”

“That’s not going to happen.”

Derian stiffened. “Why not?”

“Derian, you haven’t cared to be involved in any of the business matters your entire life. I’m glad that you’re here, and I know that Henrietta needs you, but this is not your concern.”

Anger welled in Derian’s chest, even as she knew Aud had a point. She had no right to make demands. And she had no one to blame for that except herself.

“Look,” Aud said, sounding tired, “I understand your concerns. Emily May might not even be at the agency in a few more months, and until we get a reasonable transition team in place, Donatella is your father’s choice.”

“Wait a minute, back up. What do you mean, Emily might not be there?”

“Martin wants to downsize, and Emily isn’t even a permanent resident. Even if her visa is renewed, and right now, that’s up in the air, the board is not going to approve her taking over as head of the agency. Besides, she’s not family, and you know how things work.”

“And Donatella is?”

“Donatella at least has your father’s blessing.”

“And we all know how much that counts for.”

“Derian—”

“Never mind, Aud. I don’t know why I forgot whose side you’re on. I seem to keep making that mistake.”

“Dammit! If you’d bothered to be here once in a while—”

“You’re right,” Derian said. “But I’m here now.”

She disconnected, dropped the phone into her pocket, and walked back into the hospital. Maybe the smartest thing to do was stay out of the way, let Martin do what he wanted to do for years—turn the agency into a moneymaking enterprise or kill it altogether. She’d opted out of that battlefront years ago. Ran from it, if she was being honest. Once Henrietta was on the road to recovery, she could get back to her life. She slowly climbed the stairs, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the stairwell. Back to her life. She couldn’t think of a single thing about it that she missed.

Chapter Sixteen


At 6:59, Derian rang the buzzer next to the small white rectangular tab with the name E. May typed in bold and tugged down the sleeves of her navy blazer. She’d paired it with dark jeans, a pale gray shirt, and black boots, hoping casual was a good choice for dinner in. She had an instant of uncertainty and laughed in wry amusement. Since when did she worry about impressing? A moment later, the intercom crackled to life. “Yes?”