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Nathaniel “I thought you wouldn’t survive Mrs. Weaver.” I glare at my nephew as he slides on top of the conference table, facing me. The other partners left, but he stayed behind to play the bastard role. “You knew she was coming and didn’t tell me?” He raises his hands in the air. “Hey. I only got the call after she left. A furious one at that in all of Mrs. Weaver’s snobbish glory. She kept asking if I knew and then said of course I did and that I should bear the consequences if this becomes public and all that fun stuff. But most of all, she was royally pissed that “the little girl” kicked her out. Gwen really did that?” “Gwyneth. The name is Gwyneth.” And she did. She kicked out my mother even though she’s not the type who shows rudeness without a reason. Despite her smart tongue and sass, she’s not an antagonist. But she has a strong sense of justice and that’s what pushed her to talk to Mrs. Weaver that way. I’ve been in a gloomy mood ever since she left this morning. I’m surpris