“…the Silverline accounts?” Mrs. Harding finished. I met her eyes across the yellow legal pad and, for the first time in two years, allowed myself the smile I had been swallowing at every dinner table. “I never lost it,” I said quietly.
“Nolan’s father added me as an authorized reviewer three years ago, before the wedding, when he still thought a corporate auditor in the family was a convenient thing to have. They forgot to remove me. Or they assumed I’d stopped paying attention.” Mrs. Harding set down her pen. “And did you? Stop paying attention?”
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