"I'm sure you do," Florence said, unable to refrain from the slight barb at Lex's expense. "And what is your part? Loyal rook? Bishop? Kingmaker?"
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. The whole situation was simply intolerable and she could do nothing to change it. She didn't trust this man, but she trusted de Courcey even less and as much as it hurt to admit it, Anatoly seemed rational. Stressed beyond belief, but rational.
"You know? Never mind. I don't want to know. I don't want to know anything - excuses, explanations... none of it." She turned to face Anatoly squarely, letting him see the hurt in her eyes. "It's your career, Anatoly. I did the best I could. I hope you'll remember that."
She took a deep breath and turned to leave, needing to get out while she had a shred of dignity left. She paused with her hand on the door and turned to face them once more. "Handle the game and I'll handle the press. You won't have to see me until after it's over."
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She sighed, running a hand through her hair. The whole situation was simply intolerable and she could do nothing to change it. She didn't trust this man, but she trusted de Courcey even less and as much as it hurt to admit it, Anatoly seemed rational. Stressed beyond belief, but rational.
"You know? Never mind. I don't want to know. I don't want to know anything - excuses, explanations... none of it." She turned to face Anatoly squarely, letting him see the hurt in her eyes. "It's your career, Anatoly. I did the best I could. I hope you'll remember that."
She took a deep breath and turned to leave, needing to get out while she had a shred of dignity left. She paused with her hand on the door and turned to face them once more. "Handle the game and I'll handle the press. You won't have to see me until after it's over."