obably cost more than rent in Queens-and the cup just sat there, untouched, getting cold. Manhattan's doing its twinkle thing outside the window, a
ltimatum.
again, practically grind
the controlling shares of VossTech will not be transferred un
nancial extortion. Classic Grandpa Voss. Velvet-wrappe
when he still thought love was a real thing, not just tabloid fodder.
tossing the letter onto his
ap. Running a tech empire wasn'
alled the only person who c
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ent, tablet ready, not a hair out of place. Unflappable.
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estly, the woman could
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something on her tablet, zer
" Damian snapped. "Desperate, convincing, a
"You're gonna ruin so
not asking for lov
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ow, because both hands were full-sketchpads in one,
sly should
ncomfortable hush. She half-expected security to toss h
onist said, not even gla
aten since... Yesterday? Maybe the day before. Art gigs were dry, her bank ac
racle. Or at le
checked for icicles. Not temperature. Just... vibe.
in pockets, staring out like he
tossed at her, stil
he blurted, brain-to-mou
, slow an
hing weird crackled.
tired, stubborn as hell. Threadbare coat, scu
ob," she said, voice wobbly but n
ver, all business. "You're
ed. "What
wif
'm sorry, you w
get married on paper, play house for a year.
couldn't help it.
en flinch. "
silent. Like,
d back a st
n, you're completely unconnected, and you're broke. That
bonkers. But... a
her arms.
e y
after
k. No s
spot the catch. His face was a
ed. "Health
iled. Almost. "Fine
reath. Whatever. S
grinning like she was at
s. You just hired