![]() ![]() Not that she didn’t love her father, she did, but she had never been able to find a way to bond with him-not that she hadn’t spent her whole life trying. Tonight it only sat two, her father and her. The table in the dining room easily sat twenty. Carmichael Construction Corporation, domiciled in Houston, Texas, had projects in different stages of completion throughout the country, and Calvin Carmichael thrived on the challenge of riding roughshod on all of his foremen. From what she had pieced together, someone from one of his endless construction projects. This time his words were directed to someone on the other end of his state-of-the-art smartphone. But not to her-or even at her, as was his custom. The haunting thought echoed over and over again in Constance Carmichael’s brain as she sat in her father’s dining room, moving bits and pieces of chicken marsala around on her plate. There just had to be more to life than this. ![]()
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