SINFUL DEAL

two things with

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Gala. The ballroom shimmered with golden chandeliers, the murmur of Manhattan's elite blending with the clinking of expensi

as here fo

e was more than just another designer catering to the rich. But one bad deal, one high-pro

es with people who, weeks ago, wouldn't have hesitated to sign contrac

d as she spotted h

ored suit making him look even more untouchable than usual. His presence commanded attention, even in a ro

w his reputation well. Ruthless. Calculated.

t to walk straig

ath, she cro

said smoothly. "I bel

nd unreadable. He took a slow s

w, unimpressed. "And why, exactl

, refusing to let his

ave somethin

uite a smile, but close enough

murmured. "Let's s