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sive windows, hitting my face. I woke

left side were perfectly smooth and com

I pulled on a soft, cream-colored Loro Pian

e. He wore a crisp white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. H

silencing his assistant. He poin

e table, but my eyes locked onto a thick sta

Rhett gestured to him. "This is a senior Private Judge who handles confidential

tration papers across the marble. "Just your signat

I was no longer the punching bag of the Hale

n. Without a single tremor i

ive stroke of my pen. A flash of

vy metal seal. "By the power vested in

d out a black Centurion Card and slid it acro

ed. In my past life, I had to beg Diane for coffee mo

brated violently agai

lit up. D

like a siren. I stared at it. It rang again,

s coffee. "Do you want me to have the telecom compan

ook my head. "Some tumors

reen and hit th

thouse. "You shameless little bitch! How dare you cra

"You will explain this to the family, and you will sign over your shares i

venom. My eyes wer

dead flat. "But not to explain. I'

ding the call. I immedi

und the table, and stopped right behind my chair. He p

as a dark, violent whisper. "Do you want me

s tone. But a rush of absolute power flooded m

ing a sledgehammer to kill a roach is a waste o

He looked at his assist

e house down if you want. No matter