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slammed his attachĆ© case on the desk. Dorothy and Clifford disappeared into the Prep Room and closed the door behind them. Eileen walked up to Holdenā€™s desk, unsure of how to manage him in such a mood.

Holden sank down in his chair and ground the knuckles of his hands against his eyes. ā€œIā€™m so sick of him.ā€

Eileen sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and looked at Holden. Gently, she laid a hand on his shoulder. ā€œIā€™m sure thereā€™s a way we can deal with this.ā€

ā€œHow?ā€

Eileen shrugged. ā€œMaybe get your own lawyer. You know, fight fire with fire.ā€

ā€œRightā€¦so pay a lawyer, figure a way out of this lawsuit heā€™s dragged me into, pay all the bills and work like a dog so that no matter what happens, Paul benefits?

Eileen raised an eyebrow at his tone. ā€œThatā€™s not what Iā€™m saying. Maybeā€¦ā€œ she heaved a breath, ā€œā€¦you could consider splitting the business in two as you mentioned before; give him his half and you keep yours. Thatā€™s an option.ā€

ā€œSo walk away and leave my only living relative?ā€

Eileen clasped her hands to steady her breathing. ā€œThatā€™s not what Iā€™m saying. But the fact remains that Paul makes life difficult for youā€¦difficult for us to be happy."

ā€œThe ā€˜usā€™ I need to worry about is me and Paul.ā€ Holdenā€™s voice grated like a knife on ice as he glared at her.

Eileenā€™s chest deflated as though heā€™d cuffed her. ā€œThen what am I? Just a good way to end the weekend? What kind of relationship can we have with your brother saying Iā€™m a whore while he drags down the business?ā€

Holden rubbed his temples as he shook his head. ā€œItā€™s Paulā€™s business too.ā€

Eileen clamped her hand on her hips. ā€œYou said yourself that Iā€™ve worked hard to help you save this business. Iā€™ve done that because I love you, but also because I care about what happens to this place. Donā€™t make it seem like Iā€™m just here for a pay cheque.ā€

Holden groaned, grabbing tufts of his hair as he shot up from his desk. ā€œEileen, stop! He's my brother. I can't just ignore that fact.ā€

ā€œDonā€™t tell me about flesh and blood! You spilt yourself inside me last night,ā€ Eileen said, her voice rising by three octaves. ā€œYou donā€™t think that connects us? Or should make us loyal to each other?ā€

The prep roomā€™s glass door creaked open. Clifford and Dorothy slid out sideways, trying to make themselves inconspicuous, an impossible task given the officeā€™s open-plan layout.

Holden fidgeted, nervous and embarrassed at being caught in an all-out brawl. He pulled out his chair and sat down again, straightening the books and pens on his desk. He didnā€™t make eye contact as he said, ā€œWeā€™ll talk about this later.ā€

Eileen snatched her handbag off her desk. ā€œNo. Donā€™t talk to me at all. I quit.ā€

Chapter 27

A Change is Going to Come

ā€œExcuse me, young lady. Eileen, is it?ā€ Dorothy Greaves shouted as she hobbled across the car park. Despite Dorothyā€™s sensible shoes, she could barely keep up with Eileenā€™s high-heeled stomp as she called out to her.

Eileen dragged open the car door and tossed her belongings inside, cursing herself for romanticizing her relationship with Holden. She didnā€™t care to hear Dorothy defending her sweet little Holdenā€™s love for his degenerate brother.

Dorothyā€™s face was flushed and her gutsy wheezes sounded not unlike wind rushing past an uncovered Coke bottle. The bottles of embalming liquids inside the box clattered against each other as Dorothy finally caught up to Eileen and leaned against the car to catch her breath. No wonder she sounds worse than my car, Eileen realized with a start. The jaunt across the gravel lot had undone Dorothy, loosening her tightly tucked blouse from her skirt. Beneath the frilly pink top, Eileen saw a close-set row of eyelets and laces that ran straight up Dorothy's side. Her corset was pulled so taut that it was a miracle she could breathe in the first place.

Eileen reached over and took the box from Dorothy, then helped her to stand upright. ā€œCan I help you?ā€ Eileen said a bit more harshly than she intended. She wanted to get away from Buckworth Street, but it would be rude to just leave the woman standing there.

ā€œY-yes,ā€ Dorothy rasped. ā€œI wanted to talk to you about that unpleasantness back thereā€¦itā€™s just unfortunate.ā€

Eileen clenched her jaw. ā€œItā€™s also a private matter.ā€

Dorothy looked away, focusing instead on the bottles inside the box. ā€œYou and I are the same, arenā€™t we? The night of the party, Clifford went home with that skinny little thing, June Haynes, and itā€™s troubled me since.ā€ Dorothy hesitated, her voice breaking as she fiddled with one of the bottles.

Shame crawled into Eileenā€™s stomach. She bit her lip, unwilling to verbally classify herself as a rejected woman whose love was at a manā€™s mercy. But dogged determination only had the power to deny the truth, not change it.

Her gritty voice cracked as she turned away. ā€œYou know that my brother recently passed ā€” Lloyd. I havenā€™t found any good hires since then, especially none with your talent for makeup and flowers.ā€

Eileen exhaled. ā€œI donā€™t think I want to stay in this business, especially since ā€”ā€

Dorothy held up her hand, making Eileenā€™s words evaporate in her throat. ā€œIā€™ll double whatever Holden paid and you wonā€™t need to do prep or grief visits.ā€ She shrugged guiltily. ā€œI shouldnā€™t try to poach Holdenā€™s assistant ā€” heā€™s a good boy, and all ā€” but you deserve better.ā€

Dorothyā€™s words struck a chord. For all the good that Holden represented, she was now standing on the other side of his door. Sheā€™d grown a lot and gone through a gamut of emotions inside that peach building: fear, courage, pain, friendship, love and finally, distrust and confusion. Who was to say she hadnā€™t outgrown the place?

Eileen straightened her shoulders and nodded. ā€œWhen do you want me to start?ā€

* * *

HOLDEN FOUND NO SOLACE in balancing the books like he usually would. The day after Eileen left, a runny river

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