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NYSSA'S POV:The events of the past few minutes made me realize just how fragile life was. If I hadn't told Roman what I had seen despite the fact that I had been pissed at him, he would've surely been a dead man by now, his body cold and forgotten. I trembled in fear. It was just like Paul had said. We weren't safe in New York. If there was anything, this incident had just pointed out that we needed to go back to Cleveland even though the summit was yet to end. The problem, however, was if Roman Adams would drop his pride for once and do the right thing. “Nyssa, are you okay?” Paul asked as he guided me out of the toilet area. Roman was on his right side. He was surprisingly silent for a man who had just a close shave with death. I nodded, wriggling my hands in discomfort. Who would be okay?“Let's go into our rooms and wait. When the police arrives, they'll send for us, alright? We're alive, and that's all that matters. They didn't get us.”Paul was the one doing the consoling

NYSSA'S POV:The questioning took about thirty minutes before we were released. I waited in the waiting room, struggling with sleep as I waited for Roman to be questioned. When he came out of the interrogation room minutes later, he was visibly fuming. I stared at him as we left the station alongside Paul, who looked as concerned as I did. “Is there a problem, boss?”Roman shook his head as he leaned on the car. “According to the officers, the champagne in the flute was taken as evidence and was tested. The poison in that flute would've killed me in seconds. Whoever wanted me dead wanted me to die immediately, without a second chance.”Paul sighed. He didn't even need to speak because I knew what he was thinking. He had been against the notion of remaining in New York, but as usual, Roman Adams had always wanted to have the final say. And once again, he had prevailed. “Can we book a flight back home tomorrow, boss? This….this is meaningless.”Roman glared at him as if he didn't b

NYSSA'S POV:“Not long. Come on, jog with me.”If Roman was angry at how I had ended things when he had kissed me yesterday, he was doing a good job of hiding it. There was a gentle smile on his face, a smile that didn't need a lot to persuade me. “I can't, Roman. I'm way too tired. Besides, I need to see to it that our clothes are ready for the summit tonight.”The summit was ending in two days, and tonight was the night where awards were handed out to the entrepreneurs who had been recognized for the past year. Roman's name was amongst the awardees, but we didn't know which award in particular yet. “That can wait. We can jog for two hours then come back.”“I can't…I'm way too tired.”I shook my head, maintaining my stance. If only Roman Adams knew what I was going to do to him soon, he would stop asking me to jog with him. My heart, heavy as it was with the weight of betrayal, made me look at him differently. At the same time, I knew what could happen to me if I was caught. It w

NYSSA'S POV:“You look so good, Nyssa..”There were a thousand and one reasons for me to be angry at Roman Adams, but one thing was sure. Whenever he complimented my dress or how I looked, I was bound to acknowledge it no matter how pissed off I was. “You don't look bad yourself, Roman.”His tuxedo brought out every bit of masculinity in him, the dark colour bringing out the green in his eyes. He was handsome, a kind of handsome that you acknowledged at arms length. Him being handsome didn't change the fact that he had been an obstacle to an opportunity that would've changed my life. “Of course I'm not looking bad. Why would the most stable entrepreneur in Cleveland of the past year look bad?”I smiled, then handed him the speech I had prepared for him. He looked at it with eyes that didn't take it seriously. Sometimes, I wondered why he had even come to the summit in the first place. I wasn't sure he had listened through any of the lectures and meetings they had held. “Thank you

NYSSA'S POV:Adrian grinned as he grabbed my shoulder and my hand firmly, leading me further into the crowd and away from the eyes of Roman Adams. “I sent the text at the perfect time. Roman was on stage, Paul was near him, and there was no-one around to notice. What are you scared of?”I glared at him in anger. “That was too risky. Roman notices everything. If he sees that text, you can kiss our plans goodbye...”“Well, he didn't, did he? You can stop fretting now. Tomorrow, like I said, you leave that hotel room and never look back.”That was where I was worried. As much as I wanted to leave Roman, I wasn't sure he was going to accept me leaving him for his direct rival. He was a hard man, a man that hated sharing, and I knew that if he eventually found out I was involved with Adrian, he was going to come for me. “I…I can't, Adrian.”“What do you mean?”He placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd of people, dancing, but at the same time plotting. “Roman wil