ing. The only sound was the hum of
ackward, putting distance between themselves a
es in his jaw twitched. He let o
r at her. "You're a fraud! She's just an ass
allowed hard. She d
smoothed down the front of her black blazer. She did
in, the VIP elevator at th
d metal doo
ke suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He walked with the t
immediately looked down. No one
past Cade and stopped di
ightly from
quiet room. "I am Mr. Woodward's executive assistant. I deeply
P elevator with an open p
ged. His eyes bulged out of
e assistant. "She's nobody! I have the a
at Cade. His eyes were dead behind his gold glasses. He lo
ooked at the he
tor access," the assistant ordered coldly. "Mr. Woodward will persona
st grabbed Ansley suddenly found t
and twisted them vio
his!" Cade screamed
ipped from his fingers.
e with his heavy combat boot. A loud crack echoedragged him backward toward the revolvin
nto the wet pavement. The knot of a
again. "Right this
ked past the terrified receptionis
utting out the stari
ard. The speed made A
er. He didn't ask her any questions. He didn't
climb higher and higher. Her hear
was a bluff. She had no real leverage. Now, she
i
at the 98th floor.
y black, white, and gray. There were no cubicles. No walls. Just an e
set of massive, double oak
pen them. He just gestu
kles turned white. She took a deep breath, r
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