Chapter 8 - Sneaking Out Into The Cold Boston Night Air
Victoria was standing by the marble fireplace, counting silver dessert spoons with an expression of intense irritation on her face. “Finally, the guests are gone, Caleb,” Victoria sighed, turning around to face him without looking up from her clipboard. “Your uncle's friends are absolute slobs, and we need to talk about hiring better help for the summer gala.”
Caleb didn't answer her; he walked past her toward the front entrance, grabbing his heavy wool coat from the mahogany coat rack. “Where do you think you're going at two in the morning? We have an investor brunch in Cambridge at nine,” Victoria snapped, crossing her arms.
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“I’m going to settle a few family accounts, Victoria,” Caleb said, his voice dropping into a register so cold it made her pause. Without waiting for her reply, he pulled the heavy oak door open and stepped out into the damp, freezing Boston night.
He climbed into his black SUV, his mind racing toward his family's ancestral estate across town.
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