his chest. "I don't need pare

urst open. The manager, a woman who usually move

he group. She ignored Harper. She ignored Arche

ad no idea you were in the building.

anded like

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ney. The kind of money that built the city. The kind of

ide, pupils dilating in sheer terror. He looked from t

... I apologize. I didn't expect... I mean, it's an honor. I'm Arc

is hand, desp

hand. He looked at Archer'

. "You're the man who leaves a lady inju

. He laughed nervously. "Ah, well, busin

s flicked to the lipstick mark on Arche

instinctively covering the stain

has injured her ankle. Bring her a pair o

diately." The m

It was a thick, ivory cardstock with a subtle texture, the kind that whispered of centuries of wealth

he said, handing it to

Her fingers brushed

u," she w

interjected, his voice shrill with j

time. It was the look a lion gi

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e elevators, his entourage falling into step behind him. The

the closed doors.

ion. "How do you know him?" he hissed. "Did you plan this? Are you t

ivory card in her hand. Th

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ht enough to bend the corner. "But he treated me with m

d. "He's a shark, Harper. He eats people like

"Maybe," she said. "Or maybe