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ted for

nside. Damon Blackwood lounged in the back seat, one arm draped casually over the leather, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that

ounding footsteps of the men

econds to ma

fear, I slid

ehind me, sealing me in

s if we weren't escaping a crime scene. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and ex

ake a breath. "What

ning me as if I were a puzzle he already had the

me over some missing drive, and now I'm in your car. That's eithe

hat wasn't quite a smile. "I d

her

od-self-made billionaire, tech mogul, and a man so private that even his own employees preferred to share whispers ov

xclusive interview, so desperate to m

ool, I had walked

unfazed. "So what's your angle? Am I suppo

hint of amusement dancing in his e

wh

u actually sto

ation bubbling up. "For the

studied me for what felt like an eternity, weighing whether to trust my words.

ash

ach plu

asked, holding it u

owed ha

is tone thoughtful. "Beca

ng across from Damon in his penthouse office, feeling the weight of his gaze as he answered my questions

en...

washed over me. Som

into my voice. "I swear, I didn't ta

tedly, he leaned in closer, closing the gap between u

" he murmured. "Because someon

ran down

ing building. Blackwood penthouse, its glass

Damon declared, his tone

of indignatio

flash drive. "Then you stick with me u

s screaming that this was a terrible idea. Damo

t that I had been set up. That two m

's den. Now, I had to fig

e. But don't think for a sec

"Oh, I wouldn'

n unsettling thought lingered in my mind: I