packed a small overnight bag with numb, mechanical
urmured against her hair, his lips brushing her temple. "Call me." The k
the sleek glass tower of his apartment building grew smaller and smaller,
going to
forward. "Could you please pull over here? I ne
without question. She got out, gave him a tight sm
she pulled out her pho
er asked as she slid
im Damian'
he had a board meeting at Knight Industries that ran from
miliar canopy. She walked into the lobby, her face a mask of calm c
, a knot of ice
Her hand trembled as she held the spare key card Damian had g
to mock the darkness of her mission. The air still smelled
traight to
up, her fingers slick with sweat. The lock scree
. It
gh almost escaped her. T
es, his messages. Nothing. Not a single suspicious image, n
esult. She ran searches for every keyword she could
ticulous to leave something so incrim
ing a two-factor authentication code. A code that would be sent dire
ead
e up inside her. Time was running ou
r own phone vibrated in her pocket.
a Whi
ad he found out? Was
hovered ove
is?" she t
us. "Isabelle Vance. We n
d heard it whispered at parties,
ing brunette, her head resting intimately on Damian's shoulder. Julia recogn
as a punch to the gut. White
've won. The Palm Court at the Plaza. 3
n the MacBook. It was almost
failure. But it had f
laptop and deleted the messages from Isabelle on her own phone. She
led with a bitter taste of
e needed to know exactly what part this
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