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Saben Thompson of BMX Estate did not know who JM Reese was.Not that evening. Not in that particular, isolated restaurant where money whispered among the clinking wine glasses and smooth jazz curled through the air like smoke.He had just returned from a quick phone call with one of his logistics leads when he found Nolan Cruz, his longtime business partner, waiting at their booth with two brandy glasses and a grin that always meant trouble.“Hey,” Nolan said, nudging him with an elbow. “You see that woman in the black silk dress near the terrace?”Saben followed his gaze.The woman Nolan had indicated sat with poised poise, laughter spilling easily from her lips. Her red lipstick was perfect, her smile calculated. Black silk streamed down her body like liquid ink.Her opponent sat across from her, a man who appeared to be confidence incarnate navy suit, clean cut, unnervingly composed. He leaned in to remark on something, and the woman laughed once more, flinging her hair over one sh

The Next MorningSaben adjusted the cuffs of his blue suit as he entered the sunlit glass-walled conference room on the 31st floor of Thompson Global HQ. The board meeting was at 9:00 a.m. sharp, and of course, he was early.But Jenny White wasn't.He glanced in the direction of her familiar spot—neat, orderly, punctual. Now, however, it was empty.He did not want to jump to conclusions. Not yet.He pulled out his phone, just in time for it to ring.1 new message – Zina (Executive Secretary)Sir Saben, just a word of caution: Jenny White filed an emergency leave today. She sent a substitute to work in her place. The representative is already in the waiting room.His jaw stiffened.Emergency leave?Saben stared at the note, then at the empty chair. Jenny had not called. Had not texted. After all that. just vanished like that?A soft knock on the glass interrupted him.Zina came in, as kindly as ever. "Good morning, sir. Substitute for Jenny White is ready to be introduced."Saben nodde

JM Reese never did care too much about what people thought of him, but by gosh he was good at playing the game. On that rooftop patio, under the hot sun of late afternoon, he sat clasping hands with Eva Ross like the world's most perfectly built power couple. His hand encircled hers, and though their smiles appeared genuine enough, the truth was much more scripted than anyone knew.Eva, in her own irresistible beauty and flawless poise, was the personification of elegance. Everything she did was calculated, choreographed for the world's stage, and she reveled in it. To her, it was a game, a game she was playing to win. And to win was to be in control, something that she'd learned over the years.The cameras clicked around them like a swarm of bees. Flashes illuminated their faces with blinding white light, yet neither flinched. JM settled back in his chair, his typical cocky grin never wavering from his lips as Eva looked at him with a mix of respect and something else something menac

JM let out a low chuckle, but it was not in the least sincere. He spun all the way around to confront her, his eyes never wavering from hers. "The truth, Jenny?" he mocked. "The truth is that I owe you nothing anymore."Her heart ached at the venom in his words. It was an insult, a worse insult than any betrayal she had dreamed of. She had anticipated cruelty, but this was worse. This was contempt."I gave you everything, JM," Jenny spat, her voice shaking now. "I stood by you when nobody would trust you. When the rumors came out, when people made comments that I was nothing more than your pawn I stuck around. But you. you just left me in the dark. You didn't even do me the decency of an explanation."JM's expression was stone. He advanced towards her, his eyes icy, his eyes dark with something. "I never asked you to be loyal to me, Jenny. You volunteered it. And frankly, I didn't need it. Not then, and not now."The words hit her hard, like a punch in the stomach, but Jenny did not w

Jenny walked the burned streets, her gait heavy and thick, every step reminding her of the broken heart she bore. The world outside was at arm's reach, a haze, as though all that she loved and cared for now became the background hum that no longer carried a message for her. It was like the world kept moving on, but she was stuck in a photograph where time was static.The sound of her heels ringing on the ground echoed throughout the empty streets, her eyes filled with the fresh tears which continued to flow even as she tried to hold them back. She needed to get out, out of the house, out of the fragments of JM, out of everything that reminded her of the pain that she had suffered.She wasn't sure where she was going initially, but when night wind swept around her skin, a reddish light of a rowdy-appearing bar a block distant caught her attention. It wasn't one that she would ever visit normally, but at the moment, she cared little. It was some seedy establishment. Some place no one wo