The Billionaire's Veil Of Deception
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ind me, footsteps echoed in the desolate alley-steady, purposeful, like a predator stalkin
I shouldn't have take
st who shunned interviews, a man as elusive as he was enigmatic. When the opportunity to meet him ca
ow framed by the streetlights. I skidded t
ap
badly for you," a voice calle
expressions, corporate muscle. I'd seen them at Blackwood Towe
steadily. "I don't know w
"You have something that doesn
d. "What are yo
dri
was leaving Damon Blackwood's penthouse after our interview-his piercing bl
r. The
n wave of
I had been drugged.
eeded to escape before they searched me and discovered I didn
The man on the left reached inside his coat-gun or
ound and
hind me. A sharp
uns
l, just inches from where I had been standing. My heart raced in my
t
ray out of my purse and held it tightly. I ne
upon me. I gripped the canister tighter, and just as he
scream, clutc
past him, out of the alley, an
Cars.
r, a sleek black car screeched to a halt
-Damon Blackwood
t mine-calm
oothly. "Unless you'd pref
escaping danger or w
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