the fifty eighth floor, watching the city lights flicker on as

his throat. "The gala starts in two hours,

arts." Damien didn't tu

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ave no interest in shaking hands with

good sign. Damien finally turned, o

ed," Grant said carefully. "The private in

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mother's death eight years ago. No current address on file beyond an old one that

ined fingers had sat beside him on a park bench on the worst night of his life and talked him back from a ledge he'd never told another living soul he'd b

him that night that he was capable of more than the shell of a man his father's death and his s

said. "Widen the search radius. Chec

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'll use it - tell the board you're unstable, unfit to lead, the same narrative she'

ng out of him the way it always did

"Two hours. Not

the woman he'd spent seven years searching for was, at that very moment, standing in