Unveiling the Billionaire's Secret

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before me to the chaotic bulletin board on the wall a little distance away from my sitting position, where the newspaper clippings and post-its notes added to the picturesque o

direction. Behind the glass wall was the office of Paul Grayson, my editor, who had been pacing behi

apping me out of my thoughts rather rudely. His voice was a

d only given birth to a rabid impatience. I needed a big break, big enough to dig me out of the fix I had suddenly found myself in over the past year. My f

from my blouse as I did so. I straightened my posture before walking into the office

ook my seat graciously, trying t

Gala?" Paul asked, characteristic

t exclusive events in the world, Adrian Blackwood

kwood Gala was widely famous, not only for the show of wealth but a

you know, Blackwood doesn't usually allow the press at his events but I

s whispered among the elites bound to attend the Gala could be enough to catapult my care

y m

l asked back witho

above my pay grade and you

mouth, fully

n your eyes and in your work. You've got a nose for a story and that is what we need for this deal. Blackwood doesn't like press and that alone has caused suspicions in the ne

gers of poking into the affairs of one of the world's most powerful men. But the knowledge of those risks are what made it all the more tempting and juicy.

n a measured voice, hiding the

, there have been whispers of shady connections to the underworld for years, but no one ha

t the othe

assignment, anything e

hit me like a wave, but

t, I'll

laced with satisfaction. He ha

ree days. You'll have to be smart and discr

s made of a material that felt expensive, inside was an inv

him that I won't find

ved in all the major industries but it is all hush hush. He is too clean, no scandals, no lea

ld be a real challenge to find something incriminating on him. But if i did it, be t

as I stood to le

his gaze with un

, I felt a mix of excitement

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