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f the CEO's office. He stared at the encrypted tablet i

ised his knuckles, and kn

ination came from the massive floor-to-ceiling w

s staring at a stack of PR releases regarding his engagement

on said. His

oes making no sound on the carpet. He stopped in fron

screwed the cap of his Montb

was dry. "Miss West did not retu

en hovered a millimeter above the paper. A drop of

ue eyes locked onto Thorne. The temperatu

horne forced the words out. "He took he

n

Barron had gripped the Montblanc pen so hard

ngers, splattering onto the cu

olently it screeched against the hardwood floor

ate security team. It showed Cassidy Gross carrying Alexandrea in his arm

ly he couldn't draw a full breath. The jealousy was a physical fire, b

Barron ordered. His voice was

ly, hacking into the hotel's security feed. He ca

ator. It showed Cassidy looking down at Alexandrea. It

vision

mmed his fist down onto the tempered

across Barron's knuckles split open. Blood we

d. He had worked for Barron for ten years a

esk. He wiped the blood and ink off his hand

ron said, tossing the bloody tissue into the trash

er at the frozen image of

w," Barron said, his voice dripping with

ly and practically

ared at the screen, his bloody hand c