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Chapter 28: Inside Man

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Marion’s POV

I pay the taxi driver with a quick “thank you” and step out into the warm Velmara afternoon.

My heels hit the pavement with that satisfying, stiletto-sharp click—war drums.

The Penthouse Lounge looms ahead, bathed in violet lighting and wealth-soaked silence.

I breathe in.

Exhale.

Things with Jude have cooled.

No. Frozen.

Ever since I mentioned Ivy, right after he kissed me—stupid, stupid girl—he's barely looked me in the eye.

Cold texts. Polite nods. That’s it.

I shake my head, tightening my grip on my clutch.

“Why did I say that?” I murmur under my breath.

It doesn’t matter now.

He’s distant, and I’ve got other things to focus on.

I push through the double glass doors and walk in.

Black dress. Black slingback heels. Red lipstick.

A look that screams vengeance.

My eyes scan the room.

Soft jazz. Dim lighting.

Target acquired.

Brian.

Poor, pathetic Brian. My former employee, now trying very hard to be invisible.

“Brian,” I call sweetly, sliding in beside him at the
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