underground parking garage of the Hol

employees kept their heads down, terrified of the dark aura radiating from t

it onto the leather sofa. He walked behind his massive mahogany desk. His eyes

om on his

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ave of pure disgust rolled thro

in wearing a simple, innocent white dress. Her eye

sk. She reached her hand out,

rm back, dodging he

it back, her face flushing with embarra

et trolls are ruining my life. They are spreading vic

leather chair. He stare

id, his voice slicing through her

s desk. "It's my competitors! They are trying to destroy

didn't

erview with Nova magazine, I can flip the

resources to cover up stup

r chest, her breathing turning ragged

hat night five years ago... when your wife's blood was p

icked violently. The guilt of having destroyed Cor

c display. "Fine. I will ha

le broke through her tears. "Thank you! Will

sed the button on his desk.

us but hiding it. She turned a

doors cl

it down, desperate for air. The guilt of owing h

Damon a sleek black folder. "Back

scanned the executive summary, stopping

No public photos. She took over Nova two years ag

rest. "Skip the PR department. Book a

assistant rejected the request ten minutes ag

In this city, no one slapped

Cancel my afternoon meetings. I'm

-to-ceiling window, looking down at

abbing pain hit the l

very time it rained, every time he r

trembled slightly as he reached out and to

pped i

. She was laughing, her hair blowing in the w

the smooth glass, tracin

sound tore out of his throat

way was a machine made of ice and money. Only Brad knew that the

is pocket. He pulled it out and read

There's an anomaly at the Golden Leaf