One Night With My Best Friend's Uncle / Chapter 6 A Fatal Eavesdropping in the Underground Garage | 60.00%d smelled of exhaust fumes and damp cement. The vast, dimly lit space was filled with rows of high-en
of her blouse doing little to ward off the chi
against her cherry-red Porsch
r voice sounding small
about to send a search party." She held up a small, elegant gift bag. "
weak smile. "You
arrowed, her gaze once again zeroing in on Elaine's neck. She reached
inger right below Elaine's ear, where a faint purple mark peeked out from under the h
r heart started to pound a franti
er curiosity now fully ignited. "Who is he? Seri
motionless in the shadows. He had been on his way to the executive elevator when he
tiffen. He saw the panic i
rted out, the lie so clumsy it was painful. "You k
, unimpressed. "A TV s
oud, echoing slightly in the garage. "I burned myself.
the air, patheti
low sound escaped his lips. It wasn't quite a laugh. It
e echoing silence of th
women
Courtney whispere
tepped out from
tty concrete was deliberate, measured, each footst
, his tall frame and dark suit making him
stantly straightening up, her demeanor shifting from sassy b
couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. She could only stare at the man walking towards them, the
with pinpoint accuracy, on Elaine. His eyes were dark, unreadable
he asked, his voice a low, smooth baritone that
orward to hide her face. She prayed for the co
" Courtney mumbled,
less than a foot away from her. She could smell the faint, clean scent
ze deliberately dropping to t
rons, Ms. Pierce," he said, his voice dang
he double meaning, the veiled threat, the sheer, unadulterated p
utter humiliation. Her legs felt weak, like they might give out at any moment. She dug her
r a response. He
ce. "Don't distract my employees, Court
the private elevator, his back straight, his stride
ors slid shut,
been cut. She sagged against the side of C
ed, clutching her chest. "He's in a mood today. I
was soaked in a cold sweat. The game w
ragon. And he knew
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