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ith Sasha safely in the air, Red wandered freely from room to room in the house above Sunset Plaza, acutely aware of the sound of her bare feet padding across the marbled alcove, the puppy’s nails clicking at her side, such a sweet, cute unwanted thing.
Should she have convinced the woman not to fly?
It was thrilling. She was close to having her hands on Peter’s money. It had all happened effortlessly. How easily she’d been able to manipulate Sasha into the realization of her own worth. Because Red believed it. Sasha was the reason for the growth of Peter’s fortune.
She almost skipped with excitement into the sunroom, blinds at half-mast to preserve the orchids delivered and tended monthly by a quiet young man with a ponytail. It was a beautiful room, thoughtfully created by Sasha
