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WELL, THAT made her feel like a profound i***t.
On the other hand, if Sariandra didn’t have the thing with her, then why hadn’t she said so? Wasn’t her father supposed to know where she was at all times?
Come to think of it, he knew. The device would be telling him that his daughter had been in the theatre all day.
Damned if she understood this.
She went upstairs to her office to find that while she was out, the printer had delivered a pile of paper, which was on her desk. Reprints of the missing pages in the individual actors’ parts. She’d go and insert them now so that she could hand out the texts.
On her way back downstairs she met Sariandra coming the other way. She walked past and into the drawing room without saying a word.
Ellisandra felt awful. Whatever was going on with
