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Chapter 1 - The Woman at the Head of the Table

Claire didn't scream. She didn't overturn the crystal or burst into tears. She slowly folded her linen napkin into a precise, sharp square, set it beside her untouched plate, and reached for the sleek black leather clutch resting beside her water glass.

👉 What Daniel didn’t know was that Claire had already packed her bags hours before dinner even started.

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