fingers over the expensive leather. She did the math
om her pocket. She down
carried it over to the window. She moved around
ure to get clear shots of the hardware
d her past life's knowledge of luxury goods to
Within an hour, she had listed three of t
n footsteps approached. Alek stopped in the doorwa
gs scattered on the floo
tention that you're showing
up. She adjusted the
ed cash for living expen
would have starved to death before selling a single bag.
He turned and walked toward his study. But his
ting the items. Her phone pinged loud
her account. A genuine smile broke across her face
ter bedroom. She opened the original owner's
ed the browser and searched for
lear up storage space. She clicked
reen. They showed the original Emma
lot. It was Sterling Astor-Vance, a Wall
os were a ticking time bomb for her marriage.
trash bin. She completely wiped the
in the comment section, an arrogant remark caught her eye-posted by Sterling Astor-Vance. Disgusted, she naviga
went broke. Meet me at the usu
clicked on the email, blocked th
rd document. She started typing up a marketi
is encrypted laptop. He was tracking his offshore
ive on Emma has started. No hist
ahogany desk. "Pull her recent commun
ld vultures in the Holden family are
es. "Feed them fake data. Keep throw
he study door. He watched Emma typing furiously on
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