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el and glass. Thirty-three stories of pure, unadulterated power. To the world, it was th

nce from the recruiters here, moving with a frantic energy that made the air hum. But as Chloe

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call, was doing something unheard of. His desk-usually covered in billion-d

he intensity of a man di

air, she looked like a porcelain doll-small, pale, and easily crushed. Her hands wer

d, his presence was suffocating, casting a lo

ed by a predator. He was devastatingly handsome-sharp jawline, c

, Chloe thought bitterly. But if h

timate

to get eng

e's chest. He finally looked up from the document-a formal En

eyes burning with a fire that hadn't been

arched. A hint of genuine surpri

peated, her voi

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The sound echoed like a gunsh

it weren't for the jade pendant sitting on his desk-the piece of jewelry that prov

"that if I ever brought this to you, you would fulfill one wish. You told m

se to a crying little girl a lifetime ago. He just never ex

y stirred. He studied her-the thin neck, the c

g to a silk-wrapped threat. "I don't sign cont

the office dancing in her eyes. "Do y

nod. "The truth. I have no

truth is... I'm going to burn the Bishop family to the