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“You’ve reached Mr. Miller’s cell phone. How may I help you?”
Fiona.
“I’d like to speak to Greyson, please.” I attempted politeness, even though I knew it wouldn’t be returned.
“He’s in a meeting right now. May I take a message?” Fiona asked. The professional words were there, but the pleasantness was stripped from her voice.
“It’s really important that I talk to him. When will he be free?”
“I really couldn’t say.”
“Will he be free in an hour?”
“No.”
“Will he be free in four hours?”
“No.”
I clenched the phone. "Will he be free at eight this evening?”
“No.”
“Fiona, this is important. When can I speak with him?”
“Never. I heard you married his brother. Very calculating of you, but you forfeited the grand prize.” Her voice rang with mirth.
“Exactly. Greyson is all yours,” I
