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A half step toward the door and his quiet voice stopped her "I didn't say that" Alanna turned to eye hiet you here Which is not the sa"

"Well, do you?" she challenged, tired of the cat and ame

"Sit down, Alanna" Rolt walked frolass in his hand

"No," she refused unequivocally "I want to know about my parents and I want to kno" There was an unmistakable threat in her voice

His er a movement He walked away from the sofa, and sauntered back to his desk

"You said your father told you that he was concerned about your mother She has a bad heart, I believe" He paused in front of the table to glance at Alanna

"Yes" She volunteered no more than that

"Indirectly it's the reason why he's worried"

Alanna tipped her head to one side, definitely skeptical

"What is the direct cause?" she asked

"How familiar are you with your father's financial situation?" countered Rolt

"I know they're quite cohty coolness "Between the sale of his stock to your company and the remainder he kept, their future is adequately provided for"

"It was at the time of the sale"

That statement drifted in the air before its ihtiness left as she searched the bronze mask She was motionless as she tried to read between the lines His implication sent shivers of apprehension down her spine Slowly she began walking toward him

"What are you saying?" The deth