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This was progress. Unexpected, but welcome.
“Since we’ve cleared up that misunderstanding, you can relax now,
Ms. Wright,” I said, studying her with renewed interest.
Cedar’s shoulders visibly loosened as she exhaled. “Thank you for
understanding, Mrs. Sterling. I was worried you might think I was…”
“Opportunistic? Hardly.” I reached for the elegantly wrapped box on
the Italian marble table between us. The morning light filtering
through the conservatory glass caught the gold embossing on the
pale blue packaging. “This is a token of our appreciation. I had my
assistant select it specially.”
Cedar’s eyes widened as I slid the box toward her. “Oh, I couldn’t
possibly–I didn’t really do anything to deserve-”
“You exposed Daisy Black’s true nature and protected Aria,” I
interrupted, my voice carrying the same authoritative tone that had
silenced boardrooms throughout Chicago’s business district. “The
Sterling family doesn’t leave debts unpaid.”
She hesitated, fingers hovering over the box. “Mrs. Sterling, I only did
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what anyone would have done.”
“We both know that’s not true.” I gestured toward the gift. “It’s a pink diamond set. Nothing too ostentatious–I thought it would
complement your understated elegance.”
I opened the box. The centerpiece was a teardrop pink diamond
pendant, expertly cut to capture and reflect light from every angle.
Matching earrings and a delicate brooch completed the ensemble.
The entire set had cost me close to a million dollars at last month’s
charity auction.
Cedar’s expression shifted from surprise to visible discomfort. “Mrs.
Sterling, this is far too generous. I can’t accept something so
valuable.”
I studied her reaction carefully. Most women in Chicago’s Gold Coast
circle would have feigned reluctance while mentally calculating the
set’s worth. Cedar’s discomfort appeared genuine–another point in
her favor.
“In the Sterling family, we believe in equivalent exchange, Ms.
Wright. It’s a principle that has guided our business for generations.”
I leaned back in my chair. “Besides, I hope you’ll be seeing more of
the children. Consider this a retainer, of sorts, for your time. But
more importantly, a symbol of our family’s gratitude.”
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I softened my tone, allowing a rare warmth to enter my voice.
“Besides, you’re young. These pieces would look stunning on you at
the right occasion.” Without ceremony, I reached for her hand and
placed the jewelry box directly into her palm.
She stared down at the box, her fingers trembling slightly as she held
her eyes darting between the gift and my face.
“I… I can’t possibly accept this,” she whispered, though her grip on
the box remained firm.
“You can, and you will,” I said simply.
After a long pause, she nodded slowly, her voice barely audible.
“Thank you for your recognition. I hope you know that I genuinely
care for those children, regardless of any compensation.”
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