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was family.

I landed in London, conducted my meetings, and spent every evening on the phone with Margaret Reed.

Margaret was my father’s attorney before she became mine. She was in her late sixties, refined, piercing-eyed, and utterly impossible to scare. She had managed the business matters of Hartwell Designs for twenty-five years and had been present continue reading …