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DAHLIA STOOD CLUTCHING her phone in front of the long expanse of glass in the hotel suite. Camille had called to see how the meeting had gone.
After Dahlia made sure that Camille’s health was still improving, she said, “I really enjoyed meeting Leigh. I can see why the two of you have had such a long relationship.” Dahlia could just see the two women together, planning the campaigns that had helped catapult Parfums Dubois to the top of the bestselling charts.
“She’s rock-solid, Dahlia. Now, I just spoke to Sue and she told me the travel agent called her to confirm return flights for you...and George. Was he there?”
Trapped with a direct question, Dahlia had to respond. “Yes, he was.” She bit her lip to keep her anger from spilling out. She had wanted to give Camille a respite from h
