Beyond Betrayal: Our Unexpected Love Story
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away. A tremor ran through me, a violent, full-body shudder that had nothing to do with my injuries
ly move according to the chilling clarity of my premonition. Fighting them head-
egic decision doesn' t stop it from feel
work. I had poured my soul into those algorithms and market projections. And Crawford... I had never been foolish
now, aching with a loss so
y fingers clumsy and weak. A nur
oice hoarse. "And I need to spe
y, you just came out of a serious
uttered, the words tasting lik
cks, but it turned on. The first thing I saw was a dozen missed calls from Jay Parrish, the junior analyst I' d been mentoring. He was a prod
now. First things firs
n Rodgers Corp and any company affiliated with Pierce Industries. Liq
ou alright? That' s a significant portfolio. To sell it all
consequences," I said, my v
out. I want my name scrubbed from every document related
ct is your masterpiece!
" I said. "Just draw up the papers.
led up a number I hadn't dialed in ye
fore a quiet, steady v
hroat suddenly dry. "
rvant man who always lingered at the edges of industry events, looking perpetually out of place in his ill-fitting
who quietly, inexplicably, weathered the storm. While Pierce Industries imploded under the weight of Brittany' s fraudulent version of my p
ght now, an underestimated al
no surprise. "I heard about your acci
the words feeling foreign and insane on my tongue. "I know your latest R&D venture
ummary," he said, a note o
out to run into the ground. I have the original source code, the real algorithms. It's bigger than just logistics.
vier. I could almost hear the gears turni
fetime? Forgive my skepticism, Althea, but that
ild a new company, under the Page Corp umbrella but completely autonomous. My tech, your infrastructure. We s
and your sister," he stated, n
es
t revenge," h
ial byproduct. I'm offering you a lifeline, Essex. The chance to pro
desperate gamble, rested on his answer. The Althe
hung up. Then, he spoke, his voice low b
said. "My private, encrypted
for a reply. H
ng, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. This was it. I had
lit up my c
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ving fast, desperate to capitalize on the momentum. Good. Let
ingle file to Essex Page. The real file. The on
ssaged Ja
y drive. I need you
was inst
end my resign
what felt like a lifetime. The board was set. The pieces were
realize it h