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The side of her fist slammed onto the polished desktop, moving the air toward Oxnard Peabody’s face.
“You’re keeping something from me, and I want to know what it is!”
“The secrets I keep are for your own good, Beatrice.” Oxnard sighed. His sister tested his patience on a regular basis.
Beatrice folded her arms in a defiant stance.
They had been through all of this before. Oxnard knew she was hell-bent on changing everything in her favor. And discovering family secrets he promised his father he would keep. Oxnard dug his shiny black wingtips into the worn rug under his desk.
A sinister grin filled Beatrice’s face. “I’m next in line to inherit the stone mansion.”
“The house is not meant for you.”
“Then for who?”
“Be happy with your trust fund and leave the rest to me.”
“You do
