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Book Excerpt: Shrouded Jewels
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“Who are we spying on today?” Mical Benson asked, dropping to her knees on the floor beside her sister. They peered through the blinds of the massive dining room window.
Mira shrugged. “I’ve never seen him before.”
The dark-haired stranger walked up the long driveway to their front door. He was beyond out of place, as he stood next to their manicured lawn and perfectly trimmed bushes. His hair probably hadn’t seen a brush that morning, and his clothes—jeans and a button-up plaid shirt—were more appropriate for a day on a farm than a business meeting with their father.
“Watch,” Mical said. “Dad will shoo him away. I wonder how he got through the front gate.”
Mira didn’t respond.
“Maybe Eduardo left it open.”
“Oh, I hope not,” Mira said, with sudden concern for the security manager’s welfare.
“This being your first offense,” Mical said, lowering her voice in a comical rendition of her father, “I won’t kill you. Cross me again…” She let the words linger.
Mira shook her head. “Don’t joke, Mical.”
Mical returned her gaze to the approaching young man. “Why is he here?” She watched his stride with a touch of—she didn’t know what. “You’ve at least got to admire his audacity.”
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“Who are we spying on today?” Mical Benson asked, dropping to her knees on the floor beside her sister. They peered through the blinds of the massive dining room window.
Mira shrugged. “I’ve never seen him before.”
The dark-haired stranger walked up the long driveway to their front door. He was beyond out of place, as he stood next to their manicured lawn and perfectly trimmed bushes. His hair probably hadn’t seen a brush that morning, and his clothes—jeans and a button-up plaid shirt—were more appropriate for a day on a farm than a business meeting with their father.
“Watch,” Mical said. “Dad will shoo him away. I wonder how he got through the front gate.”
Mira didn’t respond.
“Maybe Eduardo left it open.”
“Oh, I hope not,” Mira said, with sudden concern for the security manager’s welfare.
“This being your first offense,” Mical said, lowering her voice in a comical rendition of her father, “I won’t kill you. Cross me again…” She let the words linger.
Mira shook her head. “Don’t joke, Mical.”
Mical returned her gaze to the approaching young man. “Why is he here?” She watched his stride with a touch of—she didn’t know what. “You’ve at least got to admire his audacity.”
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