Chapter 57 The Planning

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I am across the table from Alexander, gaping down a ridiculously fancy dinner- a plate like some sort of weird art installation that comes complete with way too important silverware. He is laying it on just a little bit thick tonight- to be blunt. I feel the weight on me as Alexander eyes me across the table, the expectations in full form. His lips curve into this knowing smile, and it's hard to ignore the feeling that I have seen this routine ahead.
" You know," he says, his face leaning in close; his voice, smooth as velvet," you and me, we could make something impregnable. I am not just talking about this, Chloe. I mean, about everything.