![]() ![]() “No, Anastasia, I’m not.” He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. Why didn’t I employ some kind of filter before I read this straight out? How can I tell him I’m just reading the questions? Damn Kate and her curiosity! He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. I’m not interested in extending my family beyond that.” I have a brother and a sister and two loving parents. ![]() “Have you had to sacrifice family life for your work?” “Sorry.” I squirm he’s made me feel like an errant child. “You’ve had to sacrifice family life for your work.” Yes, of course- if I’d known I was doing this interview, I would have done some research. “That’s a matter of public record, Miss Steele.” His tone is stern. Crap. “How old were you when you were adopted?” I stare at him, hoping he’s not offended. How much do you think that’s shaped the way you are?” Oh, this is personal. The temperature in the room is rising, or maybe it’s just me. Again, this is at odds with someone who wants to feed the world, so I can’t help thinking that we’re talking about something else, but I’m mystified as to what it is. “I am.” He smiles, but the smile doesn’t touch his eyes. ![]()
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