f needles. Daniella sat rigid, her hands

t. Daniella watched them flip the page, and an unwanted memory of those fi

paper. "Your factory is bordering on bankruptcy.

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of the file. Her elbow knoc

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both

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a lunge

ster. He snatch

hifted. The smirk vanished,

. His eyes snapped to her wrist, where the faint ye

ella said, snatching the paper fro

rted, his voice devoid of emotion,

lla snapped. Her face

hoice, documenting it yourself. But Yates's uncle

. To him, her assault was just another p

n we stick to busi

aid. He stood up. He wal

run, but she was

s on the armrests of her chair, boxing he

y, Miss Diaz. But I

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e left? I know about the encrypted ledger you took when you brok

up abruptly, shoving the chair back.

you think I'm going to trade my only insur

im to get angry.

in his eyes cleared. H

ned his tie. "I don't do busi

blinked

ing you out right now." He walked back to his chair

he had whiplash. The

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said. "And his backer, Inga Andrews, is a