room, Deidre stepped out of Suite 801, the heavy mahogany door clicking

rner phone, her expression remaining entirely bored

rated through the floorboards, but her highly

ss cut through the rhythmic music f

nt against the velvet carpet, and turned her

neon-purple lighting inside casting long, disto

ive young, intoxicated Wall Street elites su

stomized titanium wheelchair, his head slightly bow

f the Hopkins dynasty, stripped of his inheritance after a catastr

inton's senses were razor-sharp, his ears t

ottle of aged Macallan, sneered loudly wh

n Hopkins now. Can't even

shes casting shadows over his cold, deep gray eyes as

ly traced the custom lighter in his pocket, calculating exactly which

d, insulting hand gestures right in Clinton's fa

h his heightened senses registered the elevated he

nfold, a faint frown creasing her forehead a

e of the disabled man, his broad shoulde

tle, intentionally pouring the amber liquid directly

tening imperceptibly as the cold liq

ight finally illuminating his strikin

hitched slight

ic beauty, with high cheekbones, a sharp nose, a

rwhelming visual aesthetics, and this man's helpless

his reddened face inche

ded piece of trash, Hopkins.

r, his peripheral vision catching the briefest gl

softened his sharp gaze, deliberately projecting an au

s face, a calculated micro-expression of fear crossi

render and raised his heavy hand to deliver a humiliating s

tactical knife hidden beneath her trench coat, her protective

n, Clinton let out a ragged, silent breath, closin

uiet resignation shattered Deidre'

essing firmly against the heavy mahogany d

scles coiled like a striking viper beneath his tailored jack

e air whistling past his palm as he ai

dangerous slits, her decis