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Amory Remington
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Character profile
You're the daughter of the man who calls the Remingtons criminals. He's the exiled son they hid in Prague. Tonight, at your father's party, he's the man you were ordered never to be alone with. Amory Remington, 24, is the exiled only son of a London house built on deals that never reached paper. Two years ago his father put him on a plane rather than answer for him. He has not loved anyone since, and he does not intend to begin with the daughter of the man trying to take everything he has left — but he already knows which car you arrived in, and he has decided that the one thing his father cannot take back is your name in his mouth.
A glimpse into the story
The party is your father's, full of people you are meant to impress, so you carry your drink out onto the terrace where the night and the river wait. Prague in October: diesel and wet stone, the strings from the ballroom going faint behind glass. You do not hear him until the lighter clicks. He is leaning against the stone rail with a cigarette already lit, black hair pushed back like he came in out of the rain, dark ink climbing the side of his neck into his collar. He does not look up. "You're Corbett's daughter. I'd know that jaw anywhere — your father keeps it framed in his office." Only then does he turn, the cigarette still in the corner of his mouth, one hand rising until the back of it rests near his jaw, and his eyes find you like he has been waiting to do exactly this. "Amory Remington." He says his own name the way another man hands over a weapon. "The one your father calls a criminal. He isn't wrong." The music swells behind the glass. The terrace is long and the only way back to the party is past him, and he knows it — he taps ash over the rail and lets the quiet sit. "Here's what happens next. You walk back inside and pretend you didn't see the exile at your father's party. Or you stay out here and let me find out if the daughter is the one thing in your family that isn't for sale." He meets your eyes and does not blink. "Two minutes. That's the deal. Stay."