underground parking garage of the Hol
employees kept their heads down, terrified of the dark aura radiating from t
it onto the leather sofa. He walked behind his massive mahogany desk. His eyes
om on his
"Ms. Kara Berger is in the lobby. She doesn't
ave of pure disgust rolled thro
in wearing a simple, innocent white dress. Her eye
e, powerful man in the city and felt a surge of secret pride. Af
ouch his arm, deliberately leaning in
ck, dodging her
oice sickeningly sweet. "I want an exclusive cover interview with Nova magazi
id coldly, his eyes dead. "There
next cover can I secure the script for that massive block
genius. But after Corrie's death, the subsequent ghostwriters Kara hired couldn't match Corrie's brilli
ny for the script," Damon replied dismissively. "
, Da
s. Berger out,"
us but hiding it. She turned a
doors cl
go! She stole the title of his wife while alive, and now she haunts him from the grave! For five years, Damon had been cold and distant. Kara couldn't compete with a dead woman. A wave
e and yanked it down, desperate for air. The guilt of ow
Damon a sleek black folder. "Back
scanned the executive summary, stopping
No public photos. She took over Nova two years ag
rest. "Skip the PR department. Book a
assistant rejected the request ten minutes ag
In this city, no one slapped
Cancel my afternoon meetings. I'm
-to-ceiling window, looking down at
abbing pain hit the l
very time it rained, every time he r
trembled slightly as he reached out and to
pped i
. She was laughing, her hair blowing in the w
the smooth glass, tracin
sound tore out of his throat
way was a machine made of ice and money. Only Brad knew that the
is pocket. He pulled it out and read
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