You’re nothing but the help, Eleanor — so smile, refill the champagne, and try
Marcus stepped forward, his jaw tight, but I touched his wrist. “Let her finish,” I whispered. Vivian smirked and raised her flute. “A toast — […]
Step aside, Claire, the real lawyers are talking — go fetch coffee like a
Mr. Hawthorne cleared his throat. “Trenton, I believe you’ve met Claire Whitaker — though perhaps not in her current capacity.” Trenton chuckled, loosening his tie. […]
Hand over the keys to the bakery, Grandma, before I have you declared mentally
I dried my hands on Harold’s apron and smiled the way I used to smile when Vanessa was four and stole frosting off the counter. […]
Sign the company over to me by Friday, Mom, or I’ll have you declared
“Brandon,” I said, sliding the envelope toward him, “before you threaten your mother again, you should read what’s inside.” He rolled his eyes and tore […]
Hand over the apron, sweetie, and try not to cry in front of the
I folded the apron once, set it on the pass, and walked out to table 4. The man in the charcoal suit stood up before […]
Step aside, sweetheart, the adults are negotiating now
I wiped my hands slowly on the apron. Then I walked to the kitchen drawer — not for a knife, not for anything theatrical — […]
Sign the house over to me by Friday, sweetheart, or I’ll have you declared
“Gerald,” I said softly, “before you finish that threat, you should know Thomas recorded every phone call you ever made to him.” His smile flickered. […]
She sneered at my worn coat, not knowing I owned the entire building above
I set my worn leather handbag on her glass counter, very gently, and pulled out a slim folder. Celeste rolled her eyes. “Ma’am, unless that’s […]
Sign the papers, Sweetheart, or you walk out of this hospital with nothing but
I set the pen down. “Daniel, before I sign, you should meet someone.” Right on cue, the door opened and in walked Eleanor Vance, my […]
Just sign the company over to me, Dad, before you embarrass yourself any further
I walked to the podium slowly, heels clicking against marble. Trevor laughed. “Eleanor, sit down. Nobody wants the secretary’s speech.” I tapped the microphone once. […]