A Deäl With The Billionaire

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overpriced limo, surrounded by a bunch of fake-smiling leeches. His suit probably cost more than I made all year. I tugged my camera bag h

ne of it felt worth a damn. It wasn't bad, technically-it just wasn't the shot. My editor had made that clear, a

d. "You didn't sneak in he

a cart loaded with champagne flutes. I straightened u

ly begged me not to do this. "Stick to the outside. Get what

ht. But I was already walki

ie lower over my face, hop

, ri

n. My heartbeat spiked as I walke

ered in gold frames and art I couldn't name, and everything smelled... expensive. Like wood polish, old books, and overpriced candles. I stopped just long enoug

his," I whisp

was starting to hurt my hand. Every door I tried was locked, u

ck

n oak desk that screamed, I'm more powerful than you, an

finitely in th

s I spotted a stack of folders on the desk. I walked over, flipping them open. Property documents.

ied under a pile of papers.

fr

. But that wasn't the part that frightened me. It was the person that was standing beside hi

at

the photo up, not believing my eyes, even

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without a word. Vanished. Just gone.

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rew smaller, cutting off my air, mak

ain why you'r

g my chest, the photo slipping fro

as I spun around, wide-eyed. Behind

ront of his chest, his expression an unreadable, cold m

lie, anything that would make sense, but my brain decided to clock out on me. I w

st caught me red-handed in his study. More than anythin

adly I almost dropped it a second time. "Who is this?" I asked,

smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It

es dug into my skin. I didn't even feel it. All I coul

knew I wouldn't get what I wanted. "You've got a lot of nerve for some

e lie scraped my throat o

y are yo

in the eye. "Just tell me who she is.

maller. His eyes locked on mine, and I hated how much they unsettled me. "You're

I clutched the photo tighter. "If you don't tell me who she is or where she is, I swear to God,

cker?" he repeated, slowly. "All

push down the panic building in my ches

"You saw a photo. That's all. And you

t. My brain was too busy

oward the door-rig

d. His voice was lower now. It's al

sn't giving up. That j

around

oor as I sprinted toward the door. Everythi

my arm, yanking me backward so fast I almost fell. I would've

king my arm back, twisting

lm down fir

You think I won't find out w

is hand shifted. His fingers pressed against th

ve out. Th

ything we