Chapter: CHAPTER 103Amelia's POVI stood there for a moment, weighing whether to walk past him toward my waiting car or grant him whatever brief conversation he seemed so determined to have."A few minutes." I said finally. "That's all I can offer right now, Damian.""That's all I need." He said, something in him said otherwise, an amount weighing on him that a few minutes would barely scratch the surface of properly addressing.We stood near the building's entrance, the evening crowd thinning gradually as employees continued filing out around us, several offering curious glances with the obvious tension evident."Go ahead." I said, crossing my arms slightly against the evening chill.He was quiet for a moment, gathering whatever he'd rehearsed during his several previous attempts to reach me, his composure seemed less steady now that the actual opportunity had arrived."I need to apologize." He said finally. "For everything. Not simply the divorce itself, though certainly that too. For every single mome
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Chapter: CHAPTER 102Amelia's POVI returned to New York two weeks later, more exhausted than I'd anticipated given the summit's demanding schedule, though the trip had proven valuable for Hart Global's continued expansion efforts. Adrian's confession still lingered in my thoughts, unresolved and complicated, I hadn't found sufficient clarity throughout the remaining days abroad to offer him any definitive response.Priya met me at the office my first morning back, her expression carrying obvious relief at my return alongside something more careful, more hesitant."Welcome back, ma'am." She said, "I have updates regarding the harbor district investigation, along with several other matters requiring your attention.""Let's start with the investigation." I said, settling behind my desk. "What's the latest?""Substantial developments, actually." She said, "Grace's team confirmed the connection between Sophia Laurent and the sabotage. Additionally, Mr. Blackwood provided evidence himself, apparently confronti
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Chapter: CHAPTER 101Damian's POVI sat there for a long time, the notebook closed beneath my hand, the kitchen's quiet stillness pressing in around me.I opened it again eventually, unable to leave it alone, flipping back toward the beginning, reading through the entries a second time with more attention than my first pass had allowed. This time, I noticed details I missed initially, small annotations in the margins, dates scratched beside certain recipes, the record of an entire secret history I never once suspected existed throughout our marriage.One page caught my attention that I skimmed past too quickly before. A simple recipe for shortbread cookies,plainer than many of the other entries, though the note beside it carried more weight ‘He mentioned once, very briefly, that his mother used to make something like this before she passed. He said it in passing, almost like he didn't want me to notice he said it at all. I made these three days later. I didn't tell him why. I just left them on his desk. H
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Chapter: CHAPTER 100Damian's POVThe mansion greeted me with its familiar silence when I arrived home that evening, though tonight the quiet felt heavier than usual, pressing against me the moment I stepped through the front entrance.I wandered through the ground floor without any particular destination in mind, my earlier evening's cancelled obligations leaving me with unstructured time I hadn't properly planned how to occupy. I passed the formal dining room first, the same space where I once handed Amelia those divorce papers on our anniversary, the memory settling as I glanced through the doorway.I remembered, with unwelcome clarity now, the exact expression on her face that evening. Not anger initially, simply confusion, then devastating hurt as the reality of what I'd placed before her finally registered.I continued walking, moving toward the study where I once found Amelia's unfinished letter tucked inside her favorite novel. The room remained largely unchanged since that discovery, though I had
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Chapter: CHAPTER 99Damian's POVThe board meeting had been scheduled for two hours, quarterly projections requiring review with the recent market fluctuations affecting several of our overseas holdings. I sat at the head of the table, attempting to maintain focus as Reginald Kemp walked through the latest figures, something on the tablet in front of me kept drawing my attention away from the discussion.Marcus had forwarded the notification just before the meeting began, understanding I'd want awareness of the developing story, with the inconvenient timing.‘Amelia Hart and Adrian Kingsley: Romance Confirmed During Zurich Summit?’I glanced at it before the meeting started, telling myself I would review it properly afterward. Instead, throughout Kemp's entire presentation, my attention kept drifting back toward the tablet, the photograph visible in my peripheral vision no matter how I attempted to focus elsewhere."Mr. Blackwood?" Kemp's voice cut through my distraction. "Did you have thoughts on the Si
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Chapter: CHAPTER 98Amelia's POVWe continued walking along the lake, the earlier conversation still swaying between us, Adrian had shifted the mood lighter, asking about my grandfather, about Hart Global's earliest days under my father's leadership, giving me space to breathe without the weight of his confession pressing too heavily against the evening.The temperature had dropped since we'd left the hotel, autumn's chill sharpening now that the sun had fully set, and I found myself wrapping my arms slightly around myself as we walked."You're cold." Adrian observed."I'm fine." I said, the slight shiver running through me probably contradicted that claim."Amelia." He said, a small, knowing smile forming.Before I could protest further, he slipped off his jacket and settled it gently across my shoulders, the gesture simple and unhurried, carrying none of the earlier vulnerability from his confession, practical warmth offered without expectation of anything in return."Thank you." I said, pulling the ja
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Sold to the Beast Alpha After My Rejection
Nerissa Ashwood has been called cursed her entire life.
Her mother died protecting her,her father and brother died trying to save her.
Hated by her own pack and treated worse than a servant, Nerissa survives each day as the weakest omega in Red Claw Pack while dreaming that one day the Moon Goddess would finally give her a mate who could love her.
Instead, fate destroys her completely.
On the night of the mating ceremony, Nerissa discovers that the future Alpha of her pack is her fated mate. But before the entire pack, he rejects her cruelly and chooses another woman as his Luna, leaving Nerissa humiliated and broken.
Heartbroken, she runs into the forest where a terrifying stranger saves her from rogue wolves.
One forbidden night changes everything. Pregnant, abandoned, and secretly sold to the ruthless Alpha of Obsidian Keep, Nerissa soon realizes the dangerous man who bought her is the same stranger from the forest, a feared Alpha with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul.
But while everyone sees her as nothing more than a weak omega, Nerissa carries a secret buried deep within her bloodline and as ancient powers begin awakening inside her, enemies start closing in from every side.
Now trapped inside a fortress filled with betrayal, jealousy, and dangerous desires, Nerissa must survive long enough to protect her unborn child.
But when the ruthless Alpha discovers who she truly is…
Will he protect her from the monsters hunting her or become the most dangerous one of all?
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Chapter: CHAPTER 150: Under the Moon GoddessNerissa POVThe night after the assembly, Obsidian Keep was quiet for the first time in months.I stood at the northern corridor window and listened to it.The assembly ran until evening. The formal documentation signing took longer thanDarius projected because forty Alphas applying pack seals to foundational charterdocuments was a process that could not be hurried without insulting the significance ofwhat was being signed. Darius managed the pace with his characteristic flat precisionand did not once show the strain of managing it.Afterward there was a gathering in the main ground.Food and fire and the sounds of forty packs finding the particular ease that comes afterthe hard thing is finished.I moved through it with Zayden beside me and the twins passed between Edna andIsolde and Evander and Harper and Aldric Crowe who held both grandchildren in thefirelight with his recovering eyes.The pure undefended wonder of someone receiving something they stopped belie
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Chapter: CHAPTER 149: The Kingdom RestoredNerissa POVThe first delegation arrived before sunrise.Felix of Ironfang with his healed shoulder and his flat operational eyes and twelvewolves behind him in full Ironfang colors. They came through the rebuilt eastern gate inan organized manner.I was on the northern wall when I saw them come through.Been there since before dawn. The full embrace changed what early mornings felt like.The fortress frequency at that hour was particular and clear. Every sleeping wolfproduces a quiet steady hum that the permanent sensitivity reads as a single collectivesound. The sound of Obsidian Keep at rest.It was the most peaceful thing I felt since the power became permanent.I went down to meet Felix at the inner corridor entrance.He stopped when he saw me.I looked at the Mark. At the pendant. At whatever the full embrace was doing to thequality of my presence that wolves had been responding to differently since the mainground ceremony."Luna," he said."Felix," I said
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Chapter: CHAPTER 148: Moonlit PromisesNerissa POVThe night before the territorial assembly Zayden could not sleep.I lay still for a moment.Listening to him breathe in the way that meant he was awake. The slight difference inrhythm. "Say it," I said."Say what?" he said."Whatever is keeping you awake," I said.The room was dark. The oil lamp had burned down hours ago. The northern territoryoutside the window was the deep black of a clear night with no cloud cover and the fullmoon three days past but still producing enough light that the window was a palerectangle in the dark wall."Forty packs arrive tomorrow," he said."Yes," I said."The Ashfen and Thornwall boundary dispute documentation is prepared," he said."Darius has arranged the session order so that dispute comes second rather than first.First impressions of the assembly should not be a territorial conflict between twoattending packs.""That is sensible," I said."The three eastern packs with incomplete Ashmoor alliance documentation h
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Chapter: CHAPTER 147:The Obsidian HeirsNerissa POV It started with the weather.Aldric was three weeks old when the first storm came from nowhere.A dark formation building directly above the fortress in a sky that was clear twentyminutes before. Building fast and from nothing and sitting directly over Obsidian Keepwith the intentionality of weather that has been directed.Felt it through the permanent sensitivity.I went inside.Found Aldric in Evander's arms in the eastern corridor.Awakes,his eyes pointed at the ceiling with the focused upward attention he gave thingsthat interested him. His small fists open rather than closed.Evander looked at me when I came through the corridor entrance."How long?" I said."Four minutes," he said. "He woke from sleep and looked at the ceiling and the skychanged."I crouched in front of them and looked at my son.He looked at me.Then I looked at the ceiling again.The storm above the fortress rumbled once.Aldric's open hands moved.Tiny fingers spreading wide
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Chapter: CHAPTER 146: The Alpha and His LunaNerissa POVWe rode back to Obsidian Keep on the third morning.The southern territory and the northern terrain ahead and the particular quality of thejourney back to a place being different from the journey away from it. Going awaycarries anticipation of what you will find. Coming back carries the weight of what you leftand what you are returning to and the question of whether those two things will fittogether properly when you arrive.Obsidian Keep appeared on the horizon.The Mark on my forearm warmed when I saw it. The bloodline knows its territory the way a wolf knows the scent of home even from adistance.Zayden was riding beside me and he felt me stop and looked at where I was lookingand said nothing. Just sat his horse beside mine and looked at his fortress on thenorthern horizon with something in his face that he was not managing."It looks different from out here," I said."It always does," he said. "I used to ride out to this hill when I was younger. Wh
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Chapter: CHAPTER 145:Rowan's GraveNerissa POVThey buried him at the eastern edge of Red Claw Pack territory.That ground was for Alphas who died in their territory leading their pack. Rowan haddied outside his territory protecting someone else's Luna and his pack made a decisionabout what that meant and where it placed him.They buried him where the territory met the open land,at the boundary. A Beta wolf named Ethan who handled the pack's ceremonial decisions in the vacancyexplained it to me when I asked. Said the elders had debated it and concluded thatRowan Blackthorn at the end of his life had been neither purely Red Claw nor purelyObsidian. Had belonged to both and to something larger than either.Zayden did not argue. He looked at me across the breakfast table in the room theacting Alpha prepared for us in the Red Claw Pack residential corridor and simply saidwhat time and I said midmorning and he nodded and that had been the fullconversation.Harper started to say something and stopped her
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Chapter: Chapter 16Odessa's POVBy breakfast, everyone already knew.I don't know how word traveled that fast, but by the time I made it to the dining hall, the whole room had gone quiet in a different way than usual, not glaring at me this time, just talking low and fast among themselves, glancing toward me every so often like they were trying to work out where I fit into this new version of events."Heard about the archive," Briar said, sliding into the seat across from me without asking. "Vale scent, right? That's what's going around.""That's what Ronan found," I said. "Fabric caught on the cabinet. He said it wasn't a rogue, it wasn't pack...""That's not nothing." She glanced around the room, lowering her voice slightly. "People are actually talking differently this morning. Less 'watch the vampire' and more 'who let a Vale spy walk through our territory twice.'""Feels like a strange thing to be relieved about.""Not strange. Just honest." She shrugged. "Fear needs somewhere to go. Better it goes
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Chapter: Chapter 15Odessa's POVI went back the next morning as soon as I could get away, the folder from the day before still sitting heavy in my mind even though I'd only managed to read the first page before Ronan came to walk me out for curfew.I hadn't even gotten to the rest of it.The archive door was already open when I reached the end of the hallway, just a crack, enough that I stopped walking a full ten feet away and just stared at it. I watched Ronan lock it himself the night before. I remembered the sound of the key turning."That's not right," I said out loud, to nobody.I pushed it open slowly, and the second I saw the inside of the room, my stomach dropped straight through the floor.Boxes I'd left stacked neatly were tipped sideways across the floor, papers scattered everywhere, drawers from an old filing cabinet in the corner pulled all the way out and left hanging. Whoever did this hadn't been careful. Whoever did this hadn't cared if anyone noticed.I crossed the room fast, heart hamm
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Chapter: Chapter 14Odessa's POVBriar hadn't said much more once the question was out there, just that she'd heard it once, from an older pack member who'd been around during the original treaty negotiations, that the official Vale record on my parents' deaths never got a proper review, not even the basic kind every death in the coven was supposed to get. She didn't know the details. She just knew it had bothered her enough to remember it.That was enough to keep me up half the night, staring at the ceiling, running through everything I'd been told growing up. A carriage accident. Bad weather, a cliff road, nothing anyone could have prevented. That's what I'd been raised on, repeated by every relative who bothered to mention it at all, always with the same flat, closed-door tone that told me not to ask follow-up questions.I never questioned it. Not once, not really. Why would I? Grief doesn't leave much room for investigation when you're twelve.By the next afternoon, I couldn't sit still with it anymo
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Chapter: Chapter 13Odessa's POVTwo weeks.The number followed me everywhere that day, sitting in my chest like something heavy I couldn't put down. I tried to distract myself with anything I could find, helping stack firewood nobody asked me to stack, walking the same stretch of fence three times, anything that kept my hands busy and my head quiet.None of it worked.By dinner I couldn't even pretend to eat. I pushed food around my plate while the rest of the pack talked around me, still not fully sure what to make of me after everything with the rogue attack. Ronan sat across from me again, same as always, but he didn't say much either. I caught him watching me a few times, jaw tight, like he wanted to ask something and kept deciding against it.I left before dessert. Nobody stopped me.I ended up outside without really deciding to go there, just walking until the noise of the dining hall faded behind me and the cold night air hit my face. The porch at the back of the house sat mostly empty this time
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Chapter 12Odessa's POVRonan's hands dropped off my shoulders like I caught fire.I turned toward the treeline, and there he was. Julian. Standing at the edge of the field like he walked out of a photo shoot instead of half a mile through wolf territory, not a hair out of place, jacket pressed, boots somehow spotless despite the mud everywhere else."How did you get through the sentries?" Ronan said, voice flat, already moving to put himself half a step in front of me."Politely," Julian said. "Turns out manners still work on most people.""Not on me.""Clearly." Julian's eyes moved past Ronan, landing on me, and for a second the easy smile stayed exactly where it was. "Odessa. You look well. Better than well, actually, given the circumstances.""What are you doing here, Julian?""Checking on you." He said it lightly, casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk unannounced into enemy territory. "You haven't answered a single message in three days. I was starting to worry."
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Chapter: Chapter 11Odessa's POVThe word barely left Ronan's mouth before everything happened at once.The trees at the edge of the field seemed to explode, branches snapping, and something huge came tearing through the underbrush faster than my brain could process it as real. Fur matted with dirt, eyes wild, teeth already bared and it wasn't heading for the pack.It was heading straight for me.I froze. I know I shouldn't have. I know every instinct should've screamed at me to run, but my legs just locked up completely, and all I could do was watch this thing barrel across the field toward the one unguarded body standing at the treeline."Move!" Briar shoved me hard, but it was already too late to matter, the rogue closing the last twenty feet faster than either of us could react.Ronan hit it mid-air.I didn't even see him cross the field. One second he was standing near the center of the drills, the next he was airborne, already shifted, slamming into the rogue with enough force to knock it sideways
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Die Ehefrau, die er geschieden hat, wurde zu einer milliarde
An ihrem dritten Hochzeitstag überreicht Amelia Hart statt einer Feier ihrer Ehe von ihrem kalten milliardenschweren Ehemann eine bereits unterschriebene Scheidungsvereinbarung.
Mit gebrochenem Herzen, nachdem sie herausgefunden hat, dass er seine erste Liebe nie aufgehört hat zu lieben, verlässt Amelia ihn – mit nichts außer ihrem zerbrochenen Herzen.
Was Damian Blackwood nicht weiß, ist, dass die Ehefrau, die er verlassen hat, in Wirklichkeit die verborgene milliardenschwere Erbin von Hart Global ist.
Während Amelia ihre wahre Identität zurückerlangt, ihr Wirtschaftsimperium aufbaut und die Liebe eines Mannes findet, der sie wirklich schätzt, wird Damian von Reue verzehrt.
Doch als ihm schließlich klar wird, dass die Frau, von der er sich scheiden ließ, die Liebe seines Lebens war, könnte Amelia bereits für immer verloren sein.
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Chapter: KAPITEL 45Amelias SichtDas Gelände im Hafenviertel lag unter einem klaren Herbsthimmel, Kräne ragten gegen die Skyline auf, wo Kingsley Capitals nachhaltiges Infrastrukturprojekt langsam Gestalt annahm. Adrian ging neben mir den Umfassungsweg entlang und zeigte auf Abschnitte der Baustelle mit derselben echten Begeisterung, die er bislang in jedes unserer Gespräche gebracht hatte.„Der Wohnkomplex wird diesen gesamten östlichen Abschnitt einnehmen.“ Er gestikulierte in Richtung eines teilweise fertiggestellten Stahlgerüsts, das mehrere Stockwerke über dem Hafenrand aufragte. „Gemischt genutzter Wohnraum, ein Drittel der Einheiten unter dem Marktpreis – das war anfangs ein schwerer Verkauf an meinen Vorstand.“„Wie hast du sie überzeugt?“, fragte ich, echt neugierig.„Ich habe sie daran erinnert, dass nachhaltige Gemeinschaften echte Vielfalt brauchen, nicht nur Solarpaneele und Regenwassersammelsysteme.“ Er sagte: „Langfristiger Wert erfordert echte Investitionen in die Menschen, die hier tats
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Chapter: KAPITEL 44Erzählerperspektive der dritten PersonSophia wartete nicht auf Damians Antwort. Sie entschuldigte sich kurz nach ihrer Frage aus dem Speisezimmer, mit der Begründung, sie habe Kopfschmerzen und wolle sich früh zurückziehen. Doch sobald sie die Privatsphäre der Gästesuite erreicht hatte, die sie üblicherweise nutzte, wenn sie übernachtete, holte sie ihren Laptop hervor und begann zum ersten Mal, Adrian Kingsley gründlich zu recherchieren.Was sie fand, beunruhigte sie mehr, als sie erwartet hatte.Adrian Kingsley, zweiunddreißig Jahre alt, hatte Kingsley Capital aus einem bescheidenen anfänglichen Investmentfonds innerhalb von knapp einem Jahrzehnt zu einer der angesehensten Risikokapitalfirmen des Landes aufgebaut. Self-made, so hieß es in jedem Profil, das sie aufrief – kein ererbtes Vermögen, das seine frühen Risiken abfederte, kein Familienname, der Türen öffnete, die einem Mann, der bei null angefangen hatte, sonst verschlossen geblieben wären.Sie scrollte durch Artikel um Art
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Chapter: Kapitel 43Damian’s PerspektiveAm nächsten Morgen kehrte ich ins Büro zurück und versenkte mich in die Unterlagen zur Whitmore-Integration. Der vertraute Ton von Vertragsprüfungen und Finanzprognosen sollte die am Vorabend belauschten Gespräche in den Hintergrund drängen.Es gelang nicht ganz. Gegen Vormittag ertappte ich mich dabei, wie ich unter dem Vorwand der üblichen Wettbewerbsrecherche die jüngsten öffentlichen Unterlagen von Kingsley Capital aufrief und ihr Auslandsportfolio mit mehr Aufmerksamkeit durchscrollte, als die Aufgabe streng genommen erforderte. Das Infrastrukturprojekt in Jakarta tauchte prominent auf, zusammen mit mehreren anderen Entwicklungsinitiativen, die auf echte Expansionsambitionen hindeuteten statt auf opportunistische Spekulation.Sollte Hart Global und Kingsley Capital eine Partnerschaft abschließen, wäre die kombinierte Marktposition beträchtlich. Das war strategische Realität, die Art von Entwicklung, die jeder Wettbewerber vernünftigerweise im Auge behalten
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Chapter: KAPITEL 42Damians PerspektiveDer Branchen-Gipfel war die Art von Veranstaltung, die ich eher aus Verpflichtung als aus echtem Interesse besuchte – ein vierteljährliches Treffen großer Finanzakteure, bei dem Markttrends bei überteuerten Hors d’œuvres und vergesslichen Podiumsdiskussionen besprochen wurden. Ich bewegte mich mit geübter Effizienz durch den Empfang, tauschte kurze Höflichkeiten mit vertrauten Gesichtern aus und berechnete im Kopf, wie bald ich vernünftigerweise gehen konnte.Ich war gerade auf dem Weg zur Bar, als ich Fragmente eines Gesprächs aus einer nahegelegenen Gruppe von Führungskräften auffing – drei Männer, die ich vage aus verschiedenen Aufsichtsratskreisen wiedererkannte, keiner von ihnen bedeutend genug, um meine direkte Aufmerksamkeit zu rechtfertigen.Bis ich den Namen hörte.„… Präsidentin Hart hat das wirklich großartig gehandhabt, ehrlich.“ Einer von ihnen sagte das, ein stämmiger Mann, den ich vage von einer Immobilieninvestmentfirma wiedererkannte. „Drei Million
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Chapter: KAPITEL 41Amelias PerspektiveDie Zentrale von Kingsley Capital war kleiner, als ich erwartet hatte – ein schlankes Glasgebäude mit nur zwanzig Stockwerken, im Vergleich zur turmhohen Präsenz von Hart Global nur wenige Blocks entfernt. Adrian empfing mich persönlich in der Lobby; er schickte keine Assistentin. Er war lässig gekleidet, die Ärmel leicht an den Unterarmen hochgekrempelt.„Ich weiß es zu schätzen, dass Sie die Fahrt auf sich genommen haben“, sagte er und führte mich zum Aufzug. „Ich verspreche, dass das hier keine formelle Führung mit vorbereiteten Sprechzetteln wird.“„Irgendwie glaube ich Ihnen das“, sagte ich.Die Aufzugstüren öffneten sich im vierzehnten Stock, und sofort fiel mir auf, dass die Atmosphäre anders war als in den meisten Unternehmensbüros, die ich bisher besucht hatte. Der Großraumbüroplan pulsierte vor echter Energie.„Morgen, Priscilla“, sagte Adrian und blieb neben einer jungen Frau stehen, die an einem Stehpult in der Nähe der Aufzugsgruppe arbeitete. „Wie läu
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Chapter: KAPITEL 40Amelias SichtDas Restaurant, das Adrian für das Treffen am Dienstag ausgesucht hatte, lag versteckt in einer Ecke von Midtown und hatte nichts von der ostentativen Pracht, die viele Führungskräfte bevorzugten, wenn sie einen potenziellen Geschäftspartner beeindrucken wollten. Schlichtes, elegantes Interieur. Großzügig angeordnete Tische, die echte Gespräche ermöglichten, ohne dass man über die benachbarten Gäste hinwegschreien musste.Er saß bereits, als ich ankam, und erhob sich sofort, als der Gastgeber mich zum Tisch führte.„Amelia.“ Er streckte mir die Hand entgegen. „Danke, dass Sie sich die Zeit genommen haben.“„Danke für die Nachricht“, sagte ich und setzte mich ihm gegenüber. „Das war aufmerksam.“„Ich habe jedes Wort ernst gemeint“, erwiderte er, ohne jede aufgesetzte Bescheidenheit.Kurz darauf erschien ein Kellner, um unsere Getränkebestellungen aufzunehmen. Sobald wir richtig ins Gespräch kamen, holte Adrian eine schlanke Mappe aus seiner Aktentasche und legte sie auf d
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