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CHAPTER 10: LET THEM SEE YOU BURN

Penulis: Ann Elora
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-07 23:40:35

The dress was red, Not a gentle red, Not a blush or a rose or a polite suggestion of color. This red was a declaration of war deep, rich, the color of expensive wine and spilled blood and a woman who was done apologizing for existing.Sophia stood in front of the full-length mirror in the penthouse dressing room and barely recognized herself. The dress was fitted, floor length, with a slit that ended mid thigh and a neckline that dipped low enough to stop a conversation. Diamond earrings caught
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    His file was extraordinary.Sophia had expected good. She had read his letter to the foundation with the formatted bullet points and the self-designed letterhead and had thought, this boy is going to be useful someday. She had not expected this.Forty pages. Indexed. Cross-referenced. A map of the New Mexico hospitality network that went three layers deeper than the FBI's three years of conventional investigation, built from public records and licensing databases and the particular connective intelligence of someone who had been trained by necessity to find the thing that was not being said.She sat across from him in the hotel suite and read it.He sat across from her and watched her read it, which was the same way she watched people read things she had assembled herself, the particular attention of someone waiting to see if the work lands the way it was built to land.It landed."Your mother is going to kill me," she said."Then you," said James. "In that order."She looked up."How

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