Family Trust
Chapter One
All Business
Becca Reinhart laughed. Her eyes were bright, shining with humor as she listened to her telephone call. Her loose black
hair brushed her shoulders as she shook her head in protest. She laughed, but her answer was firm. No way.
She stood leaning against her desk, her long, graceful arms supporting her tall figure as she turned her eyes toward
Central Park. In a second she had absorbed the lush view of dewy treetops surrounding the pond. She breathed deeply,
adjusting her headset. She began to pace.
Worn into the border of her Turkish carpet was a footpath, the wake of her intense relationship with the telephone. The
carpet was rubbed to a vague crushed pattern of scarlet, gold, and cobalt in that rectangular path, once a meticulously
designed border, hand-woven and delicate. It was, perhaps, a mismatch from the sta ... read full excerpt from Family Trust: A Novel ebook
