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The boardroom of the Bishop Group was a den of vipers, and every gaze directed at Chloe Bishop was sharp with either malice or mockery. They expected a trembling socialite; instead, they were met with a marble statue of cold elegance.

"Sarah," Chloe said into her earpiece as she steered her car through the city traffic.

"I’ve been thinking," Sarah Vance’s voice came through, strained but firm