Chapter 2 - The Eavesdropping Boss Listens Behind The Pantry Door
Behind the heavy oak service door, Dominic stood frozen in the pitch-black shadows of the wine corridor, his jaw clenched so tightly his teeth hurt. He listened through the thin wooden panel as Brooke’s sharp voice cut through the early morning silence of the Newport mansion.
"Natalie needs to have her bags packed and loaded into an Uber by eight o'clock sharp," Brooke declared, her tone dripping with unearned authority and cold contempt. "My interior designer from Manhattan arrives at nine to begin tearing down the cottage walls."
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Emma stood her ground in the pantry, crossing her arms as she looked at Brooke without a single hint of fear or submissiveness. "Mr. Mercer gave his sister permission to stay in the cottage for as long as she needs, Miss Harrington," Emma replied calmly.
"Dominic is currently ten thousand feet over the Atlantic Ocean on his way to London," Brooke laughed sneeringly, tapping her leather folder against her hand. "And by the time he lands on Saturday morning, this wedding will be over and Natalie will be gone."
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