linds, throwing sharp, jagged shadows across the e
is face was carved from ice as he flipped open
in bold black ink: ANH GROUP UNDE
kly, clutching a thick stack of briefing folders to h
remely tight. At ten o'clock, you have the sit-down with Wall Street titan Pre
ational pillars of the Oneal Group's strategy for
the newspaper. He just opened his hand and let t
it," Eme
tared at his boss, his mouth hanging open sligh
His dark eyes locked onto Moss w
ed, his voice dangerously low. "Cle
Hancock has a notoriously vicious temper. If we stand him
nt irritation ripped
gold fountain pen resting on his desk.
n
from the cartridge. It splattered across the pristine white cuff
voice vibrating with rage, "does not a
way, sir." He scrambled to pull out his tablet,
leather chair. He closed hi
his eyes closed. "Use the official company letterhead. Tell her to meet
ouldn't comprehend why his boss would choose th
the desk, Moss kept his mouth shut. He nodded quick
his ruined suit jacket and threw it on the chair. He walke
looking back at him. The corner of his mouth
grandfather's spies were watching his every move. Meeting her at The Scarlet Lounge was the o
e buzzed loud
er and picked it
rough the speaker, yelling, "Are you out of your mind?! Pres
ess to handle," Emerson said
Emerson pressed the end call button.
ood by the window. He looked out over the city, his eyes fix
r heart all over again. It was th
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