The Jilted Wife's Comeback: Saving My Son

skyline. A black town car whisked her away to a temporary office space they had secured in

ded her a steaming cup of black coffee. Her eyes were already

urce code logs from Sinclair's European competitor. It's the smoking gun. They're dead

Send a secure email to their general counsel. Inform them we have

ulian Sinclair was listening to a report from his cybers

t reflect any signs of joy from victory. Although he always managed to beat that

more than just skilled; their thought processes were unne

room burst open. His executive assistant, Caleb Sh

It came through a triple-e

annoyance at the interruption. He scanned th

ad

the hell did this London lawyer think she was, bypassi

asked, his voic

he's a legend in the London legal scene. Undefeated. And, sir... she h

an's lips. He hated being threatened

k. And tell my team," he added, his eyes glinting, "to find me everything they can on that hac

dn't und

of his ideas were very similar to his own. Some even believed that hacker

ammed his hand on the table. "Conference room C? Th

"Of course he is. It's exactly what I expected.

flying across the keys. Her reply was shorter,

e Crimson Chamber. Pentho

clair Tower conference room dropped twenty degrees. Caleb Shaw held

symbol of discretion, power, and a certain kind of ill

e finally understood. This wasn't about legal strategy. It was a clumsy, patheti

suit jacket. The entire r

e said, his voi

h cut through the downpour, pulling up to the discreet side entrance of The Crimson Chamber. Julian

tching the car arrive. Her heart began to pound, a frantic, wild rhyt

take a slow, deep breath. This is a tran

glasses. From a small vial in her purse, she shook a fine white powder into one of the glasses. It was

hallway outside. A sound she had once lo

deep V-neck of a silk slip dress beneath. It clung to

jet beads, and tied it securely. It covered her eyes and the b

c lock on the

door swu

bright light of the hallway. Six years col