The Billionaire's Veil Of Deception
Li
ted for
nside. Damon Blackwood lounged in the back seat, one arm draped casually over the leather, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that
ounding footsteps of the men
econds to ma
fear, I slid
ehind me, sealing me in
s if we weren't escaping a crime scene. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and ex
ake a breath. "What
ning me as if I were a puzzle he already had the
me over some missing drive, and now I'm in your car. That's eithe
hat wasn't quite a smile. "I d
her
od-self-made billionaire, tech mogul, and a man so private that even his own employees preferred to share whispers ov
xclusive interview, so desperate to m
ool, I had walked
unfazed. "So what's your angle? Am I suppo
hint of amusement dancing in his e
wh
u actually sto
ation bubbling up. "For the
studied me for what felt like an eternity, weighing whether to trust my words.
ash
ach plu
asked, holding it u
owed ha
is tone thoughtful. "Beca
ng across from Damon in his penthouse office, feeling the weight of his gaze as he answered my questions
en...
washed over me. Som
into my voice. "I swear, I didn't ta
tedly, he leaned in closer, closing the gap between u
" he murmured. "Because someon
ran down
ing building. Blackwood penthouse, its glass
Damon declared, his tone
of indignatio
flash drive. "Then you stick with me u
s screaming that this was a terrible idea. Damo
t that I had been set up. That two m
's den. Now, I had to fig
e. But don't think for a sec
"Oh, I wouldn'
n unsettling thought lingered in my mind: I