Chapter 20 - A Peaceful Morning Shared In The Brookline Estate Library
Sunday morning brought a rare, unseasonable warmth to the Brookline estate gardens.
The library smelled of old parchment, roasted coffee beans, and the faint scent of rain drying on stone.
I sat across from Gideon at the reading table, reviewing the final corporate asset transfer documents.
Julian Vance’s New York shipping conglomerate had folded under federal investigation within forty-eight hours.
For the first time in months, there was no poison in the air, no assassins at the gates, and no hidden cameras behind the mirrors.
Gideon set his coffee cup down, looking across the table with genuine, unmasked warmth in his eyes.
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“You saved my life, Chloe,” he said softly.
“You saved your own life the moment you decided to listen,” I smiled, sipping my tea.
