“I’m sorry you found out like that,” I say. Her eyes narrow into slits. “Sorry because you wanted to be the one to share the news? Or sorry because no one was ever supposed to know?” Okay. So it’s going to be one of these conversations. Conflict with Connie has always been rare. It wasn’t until earlier this year that she started to show me the fire I’ve seen her display elsewhere. I tap my fingers on the desk. “What did Isabel say to that?” “No,” she says, and her voice hardens. “I’m asking you.” “And I’m not going to answer that question.” “You’re not allowed to go into CEO mode here. This
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