ing. The only sound was the hum of

ackward, putting distance between themselves a

es in his jaw twitched. He let o

r at her. "You're a fraud! She's just an ass

allowed hard. She d

smoothed down the front of her black blazer. She did

in, the VIP elevator at th

d metal doo

ke suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He walked with the t

immediately looked down. No one

past Cade and stopped di

ightly from

quiet room. "I am Mr. Woodward's executive assistant. I deeply

P elevator with an open p

ged. His eyes bulged out of

e assistant. "She's nobody! I have the a

at Cade. His eyes were dead behind his gold glasses. He lo

ooked at the he

tor access," the assistant ordered coldly. "Mr. Woodward will persona

st grabbed Ansley suddenly found t

and twisted them vio

his!" Cade screamed

ipped from his fingers.

e with his heavy combat boot. A loud crack echoe

dragged him backward toward the revolvin

nto the wet pavement. The knot of a

again. "Right this

ked past the terrified receptionis

utting out the stari

ard. The speed made A

er. He didn't ask her any questions. He didn't

climb higher and higher. Her hear

was a bluff. She had no real leverage. Now, she

i

at the 98th floor.

y black, white, and gray. There were no cubicles. No walls. Just an e

set of massive, double oak

pen them. He just gestu

kles turned white. She took a deep breath, r