years

sun was blind

fstream G650 with the logo of Europe's top

irs lowered with

tto heel of a Christian Louboutin pump struck t

usively to the world as "Ech

ulled off her oversi

he stairs possessed a face of terrifying, razor-sharp beauty. Her makeup was aggressiv

the ocean breeze. Her long, dark hair whipped around her shoulders in loose

smile curved

popped open a black umbrella to shield her from the sun. They moved around her l

ied engine shattered the qu

ly parked in the adjacent VIP s

ed out of the driver's seat. He adjusted his designer sunglasses,

he sa

ls in New York, but the woman walking toward the Maybachs radiated

lion-dollar smile, and casually strolled right

ing shamelessly up and down her body. "Lost?

y sto

top of his expensive haircut down to his ridiculous loafers. She looked at

speak a s

uttery black leather glove, and gave him a slow,

rey's lead bodyguard stepped forward. He shoved Lan

spine slamming hard against

the Maybach. The heavy door clicked shut, and the conv

Landon

the tinted glass, a weird prickle of familiarity ran down his spine. The cu

is phone. He snapped a quick, blurry photo of the Maybach driv

, in the heart

top-floor boardroom of Sav

d him into something made of ice and steel. The shadows under his eyes were permanent. He

l report and threw it directly at

his voice a lethal monoton

sitting face-up on

screen lit up with a WhatsA

icked downward to

eath s

apped the image, expanding the blurry pho

s ribs with enough force to

on. But the slope of her neck. The exact, precise angl

own the hallway. It was the silhouette that haunted

ound the phone. The metal casi

ather chair shot backward, scree

anket. They stared in absolute terror as their emotionless CEO stood ther

them. He grabbed his suit jac

out of the

r cracking around him. Max Keller

desperate. "Find out exactly where he took this photo! I want every piece o

or button. The doors opened. He stepped insi

t the blurry pho

he empty elevator, his voice crac