THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET

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istant called from the doorway. I

he grants cooperati

d her with a broad

an go

wore a navy blue skirt, which hung gracefully just above my knees, and a black shirt perf

ed by two gentlemen on her side. I walked in front

a Quinn, your references are outstand

my mind, but Sylvia had made sure that I wouldn't be r

d quite a few fires," she

my cover to be intact to execute my plan, and even thoug

for putting them ou

n I anticipated," she sai

ber," I replied to her with a

mear campaign against oak & ivory within a week, how did you pull that off?" Tania

new from three years back, except this time, the spark in her eyes

e specialist is to rewrite the end," I told her, but deep

ng for a brief moment, she asked, "Yo

ut I had been trained by Sylvia and

ose faces," I shrugged sli

uld be sent to your company." She sa

orward to it," I sm

a's

nce to Zara, and I couldn't help but notice, her body frame mirrore

ity Zara didn't have. The thought kept l

wasn't there. Stacy, her dog, our dog, the one she stole from me, s

he stole too much from me, and

replied when I asked if I had met her bef

e interviews to the respective bodi

close of the day. It troubled me that he had never clearly defined our rel

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e dining table. Sylvia

" I told her with a misc

lied from the other end of the table

big goal was achieved, but I knew she was glad for my small win. I ha

er for tomorrow with the

sit in with the twins for t

me out of an abortion then, and for that, I was grateful to her beca

ou," I told her. But she said no

t Dr. Adrian?" I asked

ed her e

g, Zara, we have a dinner

d a single life after the death of her husband whom she had no children for. Sometimes

ate," Sylvia shouted from the balcony

you to be late,"

back. I looked at myself

myself, and picked up my sleek black glassy

you lo

now, you don't look bad yourse

this," she said, beaming at me. She was my hair stylist, fashion stylist, my

of me. I desperately needed to prove my innocence, even if it had been

he hall, which was filled with workers from Val

from Grant corporations. I picked up a glass of wine

greeted, and I no

Roman Vale?" The name hi

ld her, attempting to

ed. "He is a hard man to work for." She appeared t

evi at the other end of the hall, talking to Sylvia. He wore a tuxedo, his

ly. I walked closer to them, and Sylvia's eyes locked onto mine. I watched her excus

ns p

s already tired from all the greetings, and dinners were a waste of time for

didn't want to say it, I didn't want to think it, her

in a trance. It was l

ut, my voice manag

turn