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And the man saying it.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

CREW

The conference door opens mid-meeting. To my surprise, my secretary’s head is the one that peeks through. “Mr. Ellsworth—”

I hold up a hand. “Not now, Celeste. I told you no disturbances.”

“But—”

“Take a message.”

“I real—”

I look up from the presentation for the first time, thoroughly annoyed. “There better be a financial crash or a family death.”

“Well, no. But your wife—”

I stand up, almost knocking the chair over. “What about Scarlett?”

“She’s here. She fainted in the hallway—”

I’m out the door before she’s finished the sentence. “Where is she?” I bark, striding down the hallway so quickly Celeste almost trips trying to keep up.

“In your office.”

The cold fist of fear around my heart loosens a bit when I enter my office to find Scarlett is sitting on my leather couch, looking completely alert and aware.

I shut the door behind me.

She glances up at me and sighs. “I told Celeste not to bother you.”

“What happened?” I ask as I kneel beside her.

“I’m fine,” Scarlett says. She’s holding a bottle of water and playing with the paper label. She tugs at the edge until it rips.

“That didn’t answer my question.”

Another sigh. “I got a little dizzy in the hallway. I felt nauseous this morning. Didn’t have any breakfast.”

“Scarlett.”

“I know, I know. I’m fine, though.” She takes a drink of water. “I just needed a minute.”

I stand and walk over to my desk to dial Celeste’s number. She answers on the first ring. “Crew Kensington’s office.”

“I need you to let Isabel know I’ll miss the rest of the presentation. Have them extend my apologies to Patrick. And push my meetings for the rest of the day.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And, Celeste?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. I’m sorry I was short before.”

“No problem. You’re welcome, Mr. Kensington.”

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