hed. The availabl

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yes and stared at the screen ag

ards appeared, every single one of them maxed out. The negative bala

chair. The original host was a complete fraud. She lived in a

d not even buy the air filt

wer lip, tasting copper. Her eyes darted around the room

e stared at the wall of Hermes Birkin bags, the Chane

ses out from the storage corner and t

h the dust bags. She shoved them violently into the suitcases, crushing the ex

hem into the corner of the suitcase. She pressed her entir

or swung open

arrying an empty silver tray. She stopped and stare

Miss?" Brenda asked, her tone d

original host used to pack her bags and threaten to

se and slowly stood up. Sh

ng clock in her mind reminded her that weakness meant death. She forced herself to mimic the arrogant, untouchable aura of the original host. She locked her trembling knees, straightene

a half-step back, the silver tra

e between them. She stop

cking?" Julia asked. Her voice was low, flat

but the sheer physical pressure of Julia's stare shut her up. S

es. She yanked the zippers close

eels bumped heavily against the Persian runner on the spiral stairc

ched the marble foyer. She was pan

llar and walked over to the entryway table.

ock. Two in the afternoon. The luxury

to grab the su

ched violen

kicked open with a deafening crash.

ts walked in. They smelled of stal

the collar. He casually tossed the bleed

scaped the man's lips as he curled into a tight ball. Dark red bloo

Her eyes locked onto

" the thug announced loudly, spitting

is swollen right eye open. Through the matt

hed over her. The gunshot. The br

stopped c

cket and pulled out a leather riding whip, the tip sta

nors, Miss? Or should