Too Late, Mr. CEO: I Am Unstoppable

g into Eleonora's slende

er through the heavy oak doors of the

n the polished marble floor. She stu

cked her knees, stabilized her stance, and ripped h

houlder and shoved her down into the wooden chair at t

ow of the gallery, Chelsie Gate

s with a crumpled tissue. Her shoulders

eyes locked onto Eleonora. A slow, tr

ea crashed into her stomach, twisting h

cy scent of his cedarwood cologne invad

eeth, his breath hot against her ear. "You are a disgrace. You are dragging m

stared directly into the eyes of th

was only blind arrogance and a desperate nee

The ice crawled up her arms, seeped into her chest, and wr

clerkship for this man. In this exact second, the

dge's gavel echoed throug

he judge's voice boomed

. He loudly read the charges of illegal possession

ry. Dozens of eyes stabbed into Eleono

ed his arms over his chest, his body language screaming to

to her. He raised an eyebrow, sil

tate. She gave him a

ion, Your Honor. The defense has criti

iffened. A deep frown c

her throat. The color instantly drained fro

ve from the attorney. A massive scree

ition footage showed the dim, concrete walls

eyes locked on the screen, her face an unreada

ame. She looked over her shoulder, then us

bag. She pulled out a sealed pla

act frame where Chelsie shoved the d

oom went d