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Last night, Conor had resumed his old habits by escorting a bubbly blonde dancer to the old mogul’s eighty-fifth birthday party. All his friends and previous co-stars had attended the huge celebration, to offer their loyalty and support. The insipid granddaughter had been very noticeably absent from the guest list.
Noisy paparazzi had swarmed around the elegant property’s high-gated perimeter in buzzing droves, snapping photos that would certainly be paired with scandalous and highly inaccurate captions in the next tabloid publications.
News media crews from across the country had made their appearances, too. And Kiera had watched Conor smile for the spotlight, with the blonde clinging to his arm like glittering Velcro, from the sterile safety of her apartment loft.
She wasn’t much f
