air. Baylie was sitting at a small table at the outdoor café adjacent to the building, a pristine white Chanel

opposite her and sat down.

didn't reach her eyes. She slid a check across the

r. "Dion is so worried about you. He just wants this all to go away. Just take the

even glance

low and cutting. "You're using dual contracts to launder

froze. A flicker of genuine

ng forward slightly, "I will personally make an anonymous call to the IRS.

the pavement. In her haste, she knocked her knee against

ury, darted past Ciel

liar black Maybach was

i

ed Baylie's eyes. Her entire dem

uddenly became a high-pitched, desperate wail. "Please

sudden act that she instinc

ll Bayli

tage fall. As she went down, her hand swept across

spilled latte. Her hand, by a stroke of calculated ge

omed on the back of he

out of the car before it had even ful

crying. He saw the broken cup

sending her stumbling backward. The force

h panic. "Baylie! Oh my god, are you hurt?" He gently cra

with theatrical sobs. "It's okay, Dion," she ch

were the most potent accusation possible

locking on Ciel with a look of such p

bling with fury. "A vicious, sick woman. To

before her-the powerful CEO cradling the weeping damsel-and a strange, h

the point? He wouldn't believe her. In his story, s

e of them her own colleagues from the office

ares without flinching. Her gaze was

d directl

d of all emotion. "I wish you two a lifet

the gawking crowd, and walked back towar