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Two days after Sawyer had left for Singapore, Clover andering the enant or what in the hell she was going to do after he got back when the intercom by the elevator buzzed

“Ma’ah the intercom “You’re…um… Mrs Carlyle is on her way up”

Colillas de ht happen suddenly superseded by as about to happen “Now?”

“Yes, ma’am”

Glancing around the foyer for a hole that would s her up, she threw out the first thought that h her freaked-out brain “But Sawyer isn’t here”

“Yes, ma’am”

When her etaway hole failed to appear, she took a deep breath and tried not to give into the panic “Are you giving me a heads up so I don’t have a heart attack when she pops out of the elevator like the Wicked Witch of the West?”

Irving h that transfor fit “I can’t comment on that, ma’am”

Of course not He wasn’t the one about to be interrogated by Helene Carlyle “Thanks, Irving”

“Yes ma’am”

Clover pressed a fist to her belly and wished she’d paidcourse Daphne had dragged her to a fewbreaths, all she was able to acco Great Helene Carlyle, terrorizer of doormen and procurer of socially-acceptable wife candidates was—the elevator dinged and Clover’s stomach did a d

roopy loop and her shoulders sagged—here

Helene swept out of the elevator, looking every inch like the queen of Harbor City’s elite from her perfectly understated and yet enormously expensive wrap dress to the siave Clover a slow up and down from the hem of her skinny jeans to the straps of her loose chiffon tank top and gave a weary sigh

Biting back a caustic comment, Clover hit the elevator down button because the faster it got all the way back up here the faster her fake mother-in-law to be could leave “Sorry, but Sawyer’s not here”

“I’ an invisible piece of lint fro shopping”