he polished concrete floor. He wanted to see how close he could get
eginning to lift to touch her shoulder, when the shril
quid speed that was far from normal. Her eyes
narrowed. He'd g
her expression instantly harden, just for a fraction of a second, before a vac
r ID read
ovements becoming clumsy and slow
, her voice a sof
ssed, watching the performance
ood. "Isolde, darling! I was so worried about you! There's a little pre-party f
c one. Angele needed to destroy her reputation before the trust could be executed. But a trap was also an
had
. "Party?" she exclaimed into the phone, her voi
hung
"Are you mentally ill, or is this just the worst acting I
, replaced by a cold, blank wall. She walked pas
hone and sent a text to his head of security. `She's going to The Plaza Hotel.
umber Angele had texted her: 1618. The hallway on the sixteenth floor was deserted
slightly ajar. She pushed
ll sconces. The air was thick with the cloy
clicked shut. A dea
h alert. Her eyes, now fully adjusted to
nly, with a brutish face and a beer gut straining the fabric of his shir
greasy smile spreading across his face. "Angele said you'd be comi
e and began to unbuckle his belt
ed towa
t bother with theatrical displays. Instead, her hand slipped down to the concealed sheath i
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