ith quiet authority, black suit sharp against the glass walls that lined the corridor. The
d, focus was the l
k hair spilling across white sheets. Her bare back turned toward him as he buttoned h
nd broken images that r
is memory picked at itself, trying to fill the gap after he left his apartment yesterday evening. He r
meone sliced the memor
e hall, thoughts
. Not when everything I've built
still lingered in his chest - a bitter sweetness he couldn't shake off. He didn't
whose name he didn't know. A mistake he neve
e told himself, sh
secretary stood waiting outsi
y. " Miss Selene is waiti
under his breath. "W
ed her eyes. "She s
light poured over his sleek black desk, where Selene sat gracefull
eeted warmly. "
is suit jacket, settling into his chair with practic
keynote and thought I'd check on you. It's be
t twist, and her ivory suit was tailored to perfection. She looked exa
and law. She was the daughter of Marcus Vaughn, his mother's closest friend and longtime ally. Growing up, S
owing praise. "Selene is your future, Ri
ons, Riven found himself distracted again. The memory of last n
on but didn't ask. She never asked
tanding smoothly. "But dinner thi
lly. "Of course. I'll h
ened. "I look
boredom settle in his chest. He knew he would go. He knew he would pay f
something he e
nt entered swiftly. Julius – loyal, sharp, and alway
t in hand. "I have prelimi
his chair, dark eye
inute to Club Altere. Reservation was made under the c
mmed slowly on the
e have hallway footage showing you entering
htened. "And in
tage. But there was no sign of
office, humming c
d calm. "I don't remember a thing. I want every detail, Ju
d quickly. "
ckmail. Or worse. His company had just finalised the acquisition that positioned them as the leadi
a headline," he said co
ed his throat softly,
ls. The room was reserved un
tly. The name felt
she?"
rising influence in local circles. Twenty-one, unmarried,
w York skyline beyond his window. The late morning sun
day. In a restaurant, VVIP only. No leaks, no
ied, bowing slightly be
st night flashed through his mind again - long hair, soft skin, war
ardened. No one
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