The Billionaire's Veil Of Deception

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ind me, footsteps echoed in the desolate alley-steady, purposeful, like a predator stalkin

I shouldn't have take

st who shunned interviews, a man as elusive as he was enigmatic. When the opportunity to meet him ca

ow framed by the streetlights. I skidded t

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badly for you," a voice calle

expressions, corporate muscle. I'd seen them at Blackwood Towe

steadily. "I don't know w

"You have something that doesn

d. "What are yo

dri

was leaving Damon Blackwood's penthouse after our interview-his piercing bl

r. The

n wave of

I had been drugged.

eeded to escape before they searched me and discovered I didn

The man on the left reached inside his coat-gun or

ound and

hind me. A sharp

uns

l, just inches from where I had been standing. My heart raced in my

t

ray out of my purse and held it tightly. I ne

upon me. I gripped the canister tighter, and just as he

scream, clutc

past him, out of the alley, an

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r, a sleek black car screeched to a halt

-Damon Blackwood

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oothly. "Unless you'd pref

escaping danger or w