She had delayed because part of her still hoped there was an explanation.
That hope had left in the limousine.
“Release the full report,” Arden said.
“Including the recorded meetings?”
“Including everything.”
At the far end of the office, another door opened into a private dressing room.
A deep sapphire gown waited inside. Beside it rested a diamond necklace that had belonged to Arden’s grandmother, Celeste Fairchild, the woman who had built a regional construction company into one of the most respected private investment firms in the country.
Arden had inherited leadership of Fairchild Capital at the age of twenty-nine.
She had concealed her position when she met Blake because she wanted to be loved without her family name entering the relationship.
She told him she worked as an independent financial consultant. She kept her apartment above the bookstore because she loved the neighborhood. She drove an older car because it still ran well.
