تسجيل الدخولAlexander kept the phone in his hand, his body still with Lenas melted. The message glowed cold on the display.Unknown number: “Beautiful show, Voss. But that was just the first train. Your wife has another secret. Ask her about her sister.”The temperature in the penthouse seemed to fall abruptly.Alexander slowly retreated from Lena, stood up and looked down upon her. His View was dark, demanding, but also injured.‘Lena’.She sat up, pulled the torn costume untiringly over her naked breasts, and he missed his eyes. Her hands trembled.“Not now, please.”“But now.” His voice was quiet, but sharp as a blade. He sat next to she took her chin and forced her to look at him. “No more secrets. That's it. you swore to me. So talk.”Lena just closed his eyes. A single tear ran over her cheek. Then she started to speak quietly."My sister is Sophie. She's three years younger than me. Four years ago, she... made a serious mistake. She was in a toxic relationship and has started taki
The large conference room on the ground floor of the Voss Tower was full of bursts. About 100 journalists, camera teams from ARD, ZDF, Bloomberg, Reuters and international economics were pushing. The air knistered before sensation.Alexander Voss entered the hall point 14:00 – like a king who had his kingdom defended. Tailored dark blue suit, perfectly sitting white shirt, top two buttons open. His radiance was icy, charismatic and dangerous. On his side Lena Moreau went. Not hidden. Not as secret Loved.It's like his wife.She wore an elegant, tight white costume with deep neckline, the dark curls put up. Alexander held her hand firmly in his – a demonstrative, possessive gesture.Flashlights exploded. The roughing in the hall became louder.Alexander joined the podium. Lena stayed right next to him, touching her shoulder his.“Good day, ladies and gentlemen,” he began with deep, calm voice. The Cameras zoom on his face. “Today morning serious accusations against the Voss
Last night, hell exploded.Alexander was in bed with Lena, when his phone vibrated. Then one. Then all three at once.He grabbed it and solidified.Breaking News – Frankfurt Economic Journal:“billion tax scandal at Voss Group: revealing internal evidence – CEO Alexander Voss should have systematically postponed funds in tax havens. Ex-employee Lena Moreau should have been significantly involved.’There were pictures. One thing Lena showed how she entered Alexander's penthouse. A further she showed both in intimate hug on the terrace – obviously with a telephoto lens. And the worst: Screenshots more real (not fake) documents from project shadow.Raven had beaten. Hard.Alexander sat up in a jerk. “This fucking son of a bitch...”Lena was awake and saw the headlines over his shoulder. Your face became kreidebleich. “Oh, God... these are real documents. Not the fake.”At this moment, the main telephone rang in the penthouse. Alexander took off and put on speaker.Raven’s distort
Alexander Voss entered the 47th. Stick like a man on the war path. The jacket open, tie loose, eyes cold. Behind him four men followed his closest security and IT teams. The air in the office hall seemed to be cracking.“Where is he?” he asked.“Only in his office, Mr Voss,” one of the security people answered. ‘He has just trying to send a larger file out. We have captured.’Alexander smiled cold. ‘Good. No warning.’He opened the door to Hagen's office without knocking. Dr. Markus Hagen sat behind his desk, the face pale, but with a defensive expression. before him his laptop – the screen already locked.Mr Voss. What a surprise,” Hagen said sarcastically. “Come to To defend your little spy?"Alexander slowly approached. He supported both hands on the desk and bowed ahead.“They have two options, Markus. First, you pack your stuff and leave the company immediately. With a severity that makes you rich – under which Condition that you never lose a word about Lena Moreau or m
The penthouse was dipped in damped light when they arrived. Alexander said no word while he wore Lena out of the elevator. Her legs were still trembling Adrenaline and the gunshots they had flew around their ears. He wore them directly into the bedroom, put her on the bed edge and kneeled in front of her.His hands trembled slightly when he stripped her the torn dress from the body. Not applicable greedy this time – but with an almost desperate care. He examined everyone Centimeters of her skin, as if he had to make sure that she was really unharmed.“You could have died,” he whispered. His voice broke easily. "A bullet... and I would have lost you.”Lena dashed through his dark hair. Tears ran over their cheeks. “I am here. With you.”Alexander stood up, pulled herself out and pushed her back to bed. This time it was not a hard, punishing sex. It was a bit deeper. Dringender.He slowly kissed her, almost insignificant, migrated with the lips over her neck, hers Breasts, thei
The night was cold and damp. The old port of Frankfurt was left, only the far noise of cars on the near bridge broke through silence. Warehouse 17 projected like a dark giant of brick and rusty metal into the sky.Lena rose from the black SUV Alexander had provided to her. You wore a dark coat over a tight black dress – professional, but female enough to make Raven not suspicious. Under the dress she was wired: a tiny transmitter between her breasts, a camera in the brooch her coat. Alexander heard and saw everything from a van two streets.Your phone vibrated.Alexander: “You can do this. I'm with you. As soon as something goes wrong, my Men. I love you.”Lena stared at the last line. It was the first time he wrote these words. You Heart pulled together painfully. She did not answer, breathed deeply, and entered the hall.Inside it was almost dark. Only a single lamp over an old wooden table burned. Raven already sat there – a slim figure with hood, the face in Shadows. Tw





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