door. Her scalp went numb. She had no way to retrea

t corner away from him. "Good morning, Uncle Con

didn't look at her again. He turned his head toward

he sudden gravity pull stretched Clara's al

radiating from Conrad invaded her lungs. It perfectly

broke out on her back. Her hand instinctively flew up to

, the board members who drugged your drink at T

ain. Her heart leaped into her throat. Her legs gave out. Her sti

He frowned slightly. His deep, pierci

e was low, carrying the heavy

e squeezed out a smile. "I'm fine. I didn'

igh collar and her pale face fo

tal echoed above them. The elevator jer

ggered immediately. She let out a short, terrified

ot out and hooked around her waist. She was y

t hit her full force. The sheer terror of bei

hands against his chest, her nails digging int

n deepened. Instead of letting go, his arm tig

Conrad barked out. His voice was right next to

skin shocked Clara back to reality. She sto

silence, the backup generator kick

ing her frantic thrashing against his solid chest, the heavy layers of concealer she had meticulously applied that morning had

d at the mark. A fragmented memory of a woman cryi

d over her collar, and shoved him away with all her

the 15th floor-the Sales Dep

he bolted out of the elevator li

ppear. He slowly raised his right hand and stared at the th

o Julian's recent activities?" Marcus

from the 15th floor of The Plaza Hotel last night. I

shed freezing water onto her face. She stared at h