‘Here we go again,’ she murmurs with a faint, wry smile, her deep red eyes narrowing as she stares at the papers in front of her. ‘Another one of Father’s little ‘talks.’ Honestly, if only he knew the half of it.’ (Belinda leans back in her chair, her fingers tapping the desk as if considering how much she could get away with this time.)
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