I slipped into the emerald velvet gown, the rich fabric feeling heavier and more symbolic than before. It wasn't just a costume; it was the uniform of a corporate assassin who had just executed a flawless hit. I was going to celebrate Julian’s victory, knowing I was the true, silent victor.I arrived in the lounge, finding Julian not at the desk, but by the private bar, pouring two glasses of sparkling cider. He was wearing an impossibly sharp suit, the picture of a conquering CEO.He looked up, and his eyes, cold as they were, held a potent mix of professional respect and intense possessiveness.“You look like the spoil of war, Evelyn,” he stated, handing me a glass. “And you have earned it. Blackstream is in total disarray. Vance’s entire offshore network has gone dark. The Sinclair deal is back on track.”“I’m happy to be an asset, Julian,” I replied, touching my glass to his. “To the contract.”“To the contract,” he echoed, but his eyes were searching mine, looking for the telltal
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