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Chapter 17

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The clock on the wall of the executive suite ticked past 4:00 AM, but the room felt entirely removed from time.

Jillian Michaels stood before the glass windows, hands shoved deep into the pockets of the slate trousers, staring down at the city.

The tears had dried, leaving behind a terrifying, crystalline focus.

The impenetrable fortress was no longer empty. It was heavily armed.

"Jillian, this is madness," Adonis whispered, his voice trembling as he dropped a heavy stack of corporate restr
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