“You think you can keep that building?

You don’t know the first thing about real estate, or business, or power.

You’re just a lonely girl, holding onto a dead child’s rag.” And he turned on his heel and stormed out, his associate scrambling to keep up, the door slamming shut behind them.

I sank back into the chair, clutching the red dress, my chest heaving.

Arthur looked down at me gently.

“He won’t give up easily, Nora,” he said.