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fury. Isabella shivered as the technician adjusted the microphone taped just below

round herself. The van's single overhead light flickered, cast

a velvet-covered blade as he fastened a diamond tennis bracelet around her wrist transmitter

celet catching the light. So now I'm b

u corrected me in that boardroom. His thumb traced her bottom lip, the touch

s throat. We're live in th

n pelting the van's

red velvet drapes, and the cloying scent of white truffles and deception. Reeves stood too clo

st, the CFO murmured, his breath warm against her ear

to recoil as his hand linge

ten years who's made him lose control in front of the board. He slid a manila envel

photos of Claire, Alexander's previous assistan

ander's voice turned feral:

you what happened to Claire w

burned against

the restroom. She barely locked the stall befo

Italian loafers appeared beneath the st

. With one sharp jerk, she smas

ear-then Alexander's voi

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voice turned singsong. Claire s

ieked to life. Reeves cursed as

exploded

gone, shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with t

your hands. His voice was colder

Reeves slowly reach

cording: Terminate the Claire situat

waver. I never

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