Eleanor didn't waste time on comfort once the door closed behind Whitmore. She was already reaching for her own phone, dialing before any of us had fully processed what had just happened.
"I'm calling Margaret Ashford," she said, not looking up. "Family law, best in the state, and she owes me a favor considerably larger than this one. If Whitmore thinks forty-eight hours gives him an advantage, he's forgotten how quickly I move when someone threatens this family."
"Grandmother." Marcus's voice was quieter than it had been all evening, some of the fight finally draining out of him now that the room had emptied. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." She pressed the phone to her ear, already walking toward the study at the far end of the hall. "Thank me once we've actually won."
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