Veiled Deception

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again, Mr

I saw his mouth move, but the

but how it benefited me. I didn't care about his reas

orters clawed for a headline, and even at night, they hunted. You'd think exhaustion would stop them. It

ccusations is worse and possibly impossible, but I refuse to believe that. I had exhausted nearly every plan- until one wa

could go about my day. It got so bad that I now only accept faceless meetings. I ha

g their palms and ...smiling so wide, it was as if my downfall breathed life

one ringing disrupted my pe

his phone to mine, anxiously. His finger pointed u

him, hoping my face screamed at

t, and I looked down to pay

e Certi

hat deceives people, not me, though you can't deceive a deceiver. When he worked back then for me, it was solely business, at least for me. It would not take a dumb person to figure out that he i

r met sparked a flicker of unease. I buried it under logic. This was just a strategy. I hummed, ju

iet woman who would not bother me and help me take th

ng that could happen? The thought lingered. And for the firs

nd I reached for my pocket to fish it out. The image displayed on

-but necessary. I'll ta

eeded to confirm that within the first hour of the display, we would not be bomb

rested on sight. Hell, I'd strangle one myself. "I hate

convinced that I wa

, the only agreement being staring at me. I sighed, making a mental

car, I called my PA, staring at the phone ringing. I zoomed off, le

ed to know about Hailey