The Breach of Promise Affair - Ch. 7

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Faustina wrapped her lips around the end of the tube of Fabergé Glacé and bit down hard. She had never been good at standing still. From the corner of her eye, she watched Edith step back and raise the knife above her shoulder. “One.”

She could blame her nomadic childhood, but she had been unsettled from the cradle. A legacy from her father, whose restlessness had become mythic in its description. ‘The Man Who Never Sleeps.’ All myths have some basis in reality. “A company is like a shark, doll-face. If it stops moving, it dies.”

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