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s who he brought with him? That manipulativ
hone buzzed agains
riend, Ellery Macdonald,
ed his life and who's been hanging ar
She was reviewing the final clauses in her corner office at Sterling & Sterling LLP, high above M
next message
picture. Tell me I'
ened the a
woman as they walked out of the airport's VIP channel. He wore a dark bespoke trench coat, and th
gomery fortune-and the husband who had le
g to his sleeve w
hecks on her educational credentials and medical history, and documented inconsistencies in her past statements-had been preserved in a confid
on the image until the pixels sharpened around Chastity's p
he center of her palm. A faint, crescent-shaped scar from years
e vibrat
another message. "Want me to bring a baseball
e corner of Candice's lips. Sh
has nothing t
ned her gaze to the merger contract, treating the ret
le doors. A junior partner stepped inside, holding a
anc pen and signed the revi
hedule in appendix B," she said, her voice cool and eve
he folder, and backed out of the room. Once the door
osed her eyes. Immediately, the memory of a heavy snows
es open, forcing the nauseating memory down,
onths ago. Bold black letters across the cov
an her fingertips over the cold
, and her receptionist s
rivate driver is wa
on her tailored black trench coat. She walked out of the office, her heels clicking
own to the underground garage, she settl
East Side penthouse,
and checked the asset division clauses one last time. Twenty minutes later, the Mayb
to the scanner, pushing open the heavy redwood doors that her husband had
ce agreement right in the center of the black marble coffee table. Reaching into her bag, she
icked steadily until the hands
out a soft beep, followed by the heavy s
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