les Goldberg? The playboy billionaire who graced every tabloid cover, known as much for his business acumen a

protect me. He would never know. I was going to be one

my tie one last time. "It doesn't matter who he is.

ome-my mom humming softly in the kitchen and O

, trying to sound casual. "I'll be staying at Emma's place for

e, concern etched into every line of her face. "Are you sure

ly, avoiding her gaze. "But

rm hug. "Just... take care of yo

omised, squeez

ew her arms around me. "Don't think you're leaving without saying g

hair. "I wouldn't dream

or, the weight of my l

minded myself. It's the on

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ar

and dull. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the pil

o start," one of my assistants a

ls, none of them capable of keeping up with me or my empire. Being a billionaire wasn't just about wealth;

m-tailored to perfection. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, a rem

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in the eye, another couldn't stop stuttering. A waste of time, all of them. I sc

bother looking up immediately. Another a

dressed in a sharp black suit and white shirt. His posture was confident, though something about

y. Had I seen him somewhere before? Maybe at a bus

he said, his voice steady but

ng toward the chair across f

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rlo

asped on my lap. The disguise was working, or at least it seemed to

t trends, supply chain management. I felt the tension ease as I responded con

eemed to be going we

ed over his cup of tea. The amber liquid splashed across his p

g with rage. "What the fuck?" he barked, th

ed, grabbing napkins from

ed, his voice low a

lump in my throat. I grabbed my things, offering a shaky apology before rushi

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ar

ay, and my mood. I barely cared who the next candidate was.

rking lot, I noticed a group of men lurking near my vehicle. Their faces we

ung a fist into my gut. Pain exploded in my ribs as I hit the ground, gasping fo

as fading, my strength slipping away.

ision. I heard the crack of bones breaking, the sound of bodies hitting the ground. The atta

h the haze of pain, trying to focus

t, but their face was still hidden in the shadows.

features, but my head was swimming

the way they moved, the way they stood. My min

ed, my voice barely au

, then turned abruptly, disappear

ed, the question e

ell just

al glimpse of the mysterious savior before

rom earlier. Could it have been him?

as, I needed