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Chapter forty

Penulis: Lily Grayson
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Sophie's pov

** Taxi**

The encrypted message burns across my phone screen at 9:47 AM, just as our taxi swerves around a delivery truck on Fifth Avenue. The text is clinical in its brutality:

"Emergency board meeting. Divorce vote underway. Floor 92. Move now."

Elena's hand slams against the cracked leather headrest hard enough to leave nail marks. "Faster," she snarls at the driver, her usually composed voice fraying at the edges.

When the cabbie mutters about traffic laws, she peels five hundred-dollar bills from a money clip and throws them over the partition. The tires scream against wet pavement.

Blackstone Tower looms ahead through the rain-streaked windshield ,a glass-and-steel monument to power, its upper floors disappearing into low-hanging storm clouds.

My left hand spasms in my lap, the platinum wedding band catching fractured light.

"Still there."

After everything - the FBI raid, the vicious words we'd hurled like knives in that penthouse confrontat
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