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Charlotte’s life and she lost her place with Geneva. At the moment, Myles,
those two things are far more important. I mean, if you want my honest opinion,
you behaving like a shit, bullying Charlotte to talk when she said she doesn’t
want to talk about it.”
    She glared at Myles.
The air in the room crackled with hostility and mistrust.
    “All right, guys,
let’s get on with it,” Phil said to break the tension. “We need to rehearse and
Daniel Razor isn’t going to let us stay here all night. Beethoven’s violin concerto in D major. ”
    I set my violin under
my chin and bent over, almost hugging the instrument. Phil would criticize my
posture later but I didn’t care. If I didn’t hold onto the music, I’d lose it.
    The full skirt of the
stupid dress swam before my eyes. I wanted to blame Daniel Razor for losing the
one chance I had to become a professional concert violinist.
    So I did.

 
 

chapter four
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    “THIS IS YOUR fault.”
    I flung the letter at
him as I passed his chair to take my seat. Marshall took fine dining seriously.
I was seated at the opposite end of a ten-foot, polished dining table. An
elaborate candelabrum sat in the center. I felt like I’d wandered onto the set
of Phantom of the Opera .
    Daniel read the
letter. “Why didn’t you pay the fees?”
    “Because I didn’t have
the money after you fired me from every job! I had rent to pay and a new violin to pay for because I ordered it before
Joel disappeared. I had to pay for it. Why do you think I was sleeping on Susan’s
floor? I’m not rich. My parents don’t have money. The competitiveness and
training to get to this level is more than you can imagine. It’s tougher than
anything you’ve ever had to do at Razor Industries. You think that it’s tough
being the CEO of a multi-national corporation? You should try a career in the
arts for a real ball-busting experience. I was insane to think I had the talent
to do this—”
    I broke off, hardly
able to speak. It was killing me—that letter was killing me.
    “You have talent.
You’re brilliant.”
    “Brilliance is not
enough in my world. I have to be super-human. You wouldn’t understand. You want
to do something and you do it. You’ve never known a different life. I’ve never
known what it’s like to be rich until I met you and Joel. I started to think
like you guys did, that I could do anything.” I broke off again to wipe my eyes
on my napkin and blow my nose.
    “I’m sorry you lost
your place, Charlotte. What will you do now?”
    “What will I do now ? I’m going to eat the dinner you
ordered for us and then I’m asking Jackson to drive me to Susan’s place. I’ll
sell this dress and the rest of the wardrobe you bought me on eBay and live off
that until I find a job. Detective Lewis has cleared me to leave the state so I’ll
stay with my folks until I find a job. What will I do now ? That’s kind of an insensitive question.”
    He rested his elbows
on the table and linked his fingers together. “Will you give up the violin?
That’s what I meant. What will you do to continue your studies?”
    I jumped to my feet
because I really wanted to throw something. “Nothing! Don’t you get it? It’s over. This was my last shot. I spent an entire year preparing for that audition just to
get accepted to the conservatory. Between the jobs I took to keep a roof over
my head and the rehearsal time I put in, I was working twenty hours a day. The
physical demands alone were intense. I trained like an athlete: protein drinks
with kale, brown rice and vegetables, no caffeine despite never getting enough
sleep. Hand stretches morning and night, and yoga, Pilates and running to build
up my stamina. I had no personal life. I’d turn off my phone; even my parents
couldn’t get in touch with me. And on top of all that, I had to stay free with
the music. I had to let it be my guide, inform me and become one with it because
ultimately, this is about instinct,