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Chapter 50: The Final Illusion

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The heavy metal door of the warehouse slammed shut.

Sophia stood completely alone in the cold, dusty room. The pale sunlight filtered through the broken roof, settling on the dirt covering her white suit.

She looked down at the phone in her hand. The timer for the dead man's switch was ticking on the screen.

Raphael did not care about the scandal. He did not care about the company stock. He had looked her dead in the eye and told her to let it all burn. He only cared about getting back to C
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    Raphael stood in the doorway, chest heaving. His dark coat was unbuttoned, his tie loose. He looked like a man who had just run a marathon to deliver a miracle.He walked quickly to the glass desk. He slapped the thick folder down onto the smooth surface."Claire, you have to look at this," Raphael said. His voice was breathless and completely filled with victory. "It is all here. The bank transfers. The shell companies. Daniel Hayes is Aegis Capital. He funded Sophia. He set up the delays for the Halcyon Hotel Group project just to play the hero. He is a complete psychopath."Claire did not move.She sat perfectly still in her leather chair. She looked at the folder. Then, she slowly lifted her head and looked at his face.Her eyes were completely dry. They were hollow, cold, and entirely dead.Raphael's triumphant smile slowly faded. The air in the room suddenly felt incredibly heavy. He took a small step back, his dark eyes scanning her pale face."Sweetheart?" Raphael asked softly

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    The heavy metal door of the warehouse slammed shut. Sophia stood completely alone in the cold, dusty room. The pale sunlight filtered through the broken roof, settling on the dirt covering her white suit. She looked down at the phone in her hand. The timer for the dead man's switch was ticking on the screen. Raphael did not care about the scandal. He did not care about the company stock. He had looked her dead in the eye and told her to let it all burn. He only cared about getting back to Claire. A bitter, twisted laugh escaped Sophia's throat. It echoed loudly in the empty warehouse. If she let the timer run out and leaked the papers to the press, Raphael and Claire would just fight the media together. It would make them a united front. There was only one way to truly destroy them. She had to destroy the trust from the inside out. Sophia canceled the timer on her phone screen. She turned around, her heels crunching softly on the concrete, and walked out to her car. Claire sa

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