d down the dark st

d streetlights. Her chest rose and fell in slow, calculated breaths

ed up to the massive iron gates of

er heels clicked sharply against t

the heavy mahogany double

blinding light. Her father, Garfield, sat on the

overly sweet smile. She stood up, smoothing

ight past Kandy and sat down on the

ely against the armrest. "Where have you been? You ign

hter. "You are going to take Brylee's pl

seventy-year-

ket and dabbed at her dry eyes. "Brylee is ju

ut a dry, hu

mean you can

ulled out her phone. She opened

e marble coffee table. It landed with

skin and Brylee's high-pitched moans

shade of purple. The veins in h

ned of all color. She lunge

toe of her stiletto pinned the edge o

forward. Her e

the old man,

d at her, his

fume formula. Right now. And I want five percent

father! Do you honestly think I can't have that video scrubbed from the int

release to a dozen independent journalists and international outlets if I don't check in within the next ten minutes. Your move. One

lated the risks, his mind racing through the potential fallout. The Crawford stock wou

the intercom button. "Send t

bbed Garfield's sleeve. "Garfie

t felt like a physical blow. Kandy sn

room, sweating through his suit. He handed Ansley a

every single hidden clause. When she was sat

opped up on the screen

efcase and handed her a small,

dden pocket of her bag. She stood

r back on them and walked out the fro