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taught you anything?”
    “Can you please just tell us what happened?” Brooke asked.
    “If you let me get out of my car,” Caroline said.
      
    She was starving. She started fixing herself a turkey sandwich and filled in her mother and sister on the strange, strange day.
    “Like I said, there were lots and lots of women there.”
    “Leggy blondes?” her mother said. “If that’s what he wants, then good riddance.”
    “Exactly what you’d expect. But I was among a group of about forty who were asked to interview.”
    Isabelle’s face immediately transformed, her eyes now bright with expectation. “You did it, baby! You got called back! I knew you could do it if you really, really wanted it. I’ve always said that if you just set your mind to success—and maybe had a little work done—”
    “So when is the callback?” Brooke asked.
    “Actually, they already interviewed me, so it might be over already. They didn’t say anything about another meeting. I don’t really know where I stand.”
    “Jerks,” Brooke said.
    “No, actually, that’s the weird part. The interviewers were shockingly normal. They seemed to really care about who I was as a person, not just what I looked like or whether I’d make an ideal wife. They were—I don’t know— likeable, even after conducting who knows how many interviews. Prince Charming, whoever he is, has good taste in people. It made me kind of curious about him.”
    “If he has such good taste in people, how come he can’t find his own girlfriend all by himself?” Brooke asked.
    “Good point,” Caroline said.
    “Is there a contact number?” Isabelle said. “We really should follow up. I’m going to check in. Find out your standing.”
    “Mom, please don’t,” Caroline said.
    “No, Mom,” Brooke said at the same time.
    Isabelle pursed her lips in frustration. “I’m not going to just sit around and wait.”
    “That makes three of us,” said Caroline.

Chapter 13
    The meeting was set for 10:00 p.m. Suze was uncomfortable with the timing. Why so late? What made this a safe situation? She’d signed a nondisclosure that required her to keep every element of this meeting private, but she wasn’t an idiot. She put Meredith on call. The deal was, if Meredith didn’t get a text from Suze by midnight, she was authorized to open the fingerprint-locked e-mail Suze had sent her with all the confidential information. Thanks to a technology Redfield had invested in, Suze would then receive an automatically generated text. If something went amiss, not only would Meredith have the mystery man’s address in hand but Suze could use the autotext as proof to him that the police were en route. She was certainly curious enough at this point to agree to a meeting at a Bel Air mansion late at night, but she wasn’t taking any chances.
    The car dropped Suze off at the end of a long, gated drive. There was a cobblestoned cul-de-sac, well lit, with two architectural olive trees in the center. The house was sprawling but traditional, with nothing showy or oversized. An understated mansion. The entrance was warmly lit, making the late hour less creepy, and the wide front porch had powder-blue Adirondack chairs on it, a bit askew, as if someone actually made use of them. Suze noticed, as she rang the doorbell, how utterly quiet everything was. There was no traffic up here in the hills. No neighboring houses within sight. No sign of any other finalists. She nearly double-checked the address, but the millionaire’s car had brought her here. It had to be the place. Maybe everyone was out back. Or maybe she was here alone. Or maybe this was a test and she was being watched right now. She reflexively reached into her bag to touch her phone. It was her safety line, one that would work even if she couldn’t access it.
    A woman in blue glasses opened the door. “Suze! Welcome. I’m sorry it took me so long to get to the door. This place is big! Frankly, I’m a little winded