A Mafia Socialite Threw My Eight-Year-Old Daughter From Her Swing—Then She Smiled and Said My Dead Wife Had Chosen Her
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Chapter 20 / 27
Chapter 20 - The Social Circle
The more embarrassing consequences were social.
People called me.
“I had no idea.”
Of course.
“I thought you authorized her.”
I hadn’t.
“She always said Sofia wanted—”
You never asked me?
Silence.
That was the mechanism again.
Celina did not need formal authority because everyone assumed somebody else had confirmed it.
I changed one rule in every organization carrying my family name.
No implied representatives.
If someone claims to speak for me, Ellie, or any family member:
verify directly.
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Sounds childish.
Apparently adults need it written too.
