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After minutes of procrastinating I grabbed the key and went to where she called.I slid the keycard into the slot with fingers that wouldn’t stop trembling.The lock clicked green. I stepped inside and the door shut behind me like a vault.The suite was all low light and money, floor to ceiling windows looking over the dark harbor, a bottle of something old and expensive breathing on the bar, and the sound of water still running in the marble bathroom.She stepped out barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a short white robe that stopped high on her thighs. The belt was knotted loosely, one tug and it would fall open. Her skin glistened from the bath, droplets clinging to her collarbones, sliding down between her breasts. Wet hair slicked back, a few strands stuck to her cheek. She looked like a woman who’d been waiting her whole life to ruin someone exactly like me.“Took you long enough, baby,” she said, voice soft and maternal in the most sinful way possible. “Close the door all the wa

Floor 18, 10:00 a.m. sharp.The elevator doors slid open onto a quieter floor: frosted glass partitions, soft lighting, the low hum of focused people who looked like they ate spreadsheets for breakfast.A woman in her early thirties was already waiting by the reception island: tall, East-Asian, black hair in a sleek bob, wearing a forest-green sheath dress and an expression that said she had zero time for bullshit.“You’re Kol,” she said, not a question. She stuck out her hand. Grip like iron. “Danielle Park. I run Forensic Accounting and Special Investigations. Come on.”No small talk. She turned and started walking. I followed.We passed rows of glass offices and open workstations. A few people glanced up, curious, but no one smiled. This wasn’t the “welcome aboard” floor, this was the “prove you belong or get out.Danielle pushed open a door at the end of the hall. Inside, a corner office with two monitors, a standing desk, and a view of the Inner Harbor.My name was already on the

I stepped out of the building at 7:42 a.m., sharp as a blade: navy peak-lapel suit, crisp white shirt, tie knotted in a perfect Windsor, coat draped over my arm. The cold December air hit my face and I felt good, focused, dangerous, ready.Then the black Maybach glided to the curb right in front of me, like it had been waiting for my exact footstep.Tinted window lowered halfway.Liv Harrington leaned forward from the back seat, dark hair loose today, falling over one shoulder. She wore a charcoal blazer open over a silk camisole the color of champagne thin straps, low enough that the soft upper curves of her breasts caught the morning light.Tailored trousers, bare feet tucked under her, Louboutin heels kicked off on the floor mat like she owned the concept of rules.“Morning, Kol,” she said, voice still husky from sleep, lips curved in that same patient-predator smile. “Get in. We’re going the same way again.”The driver didn’t even glance in the mirror. Partition is already risin

The sound rang out sharp and violent, glass scattering across the floor in tiny jagged pieces. For a moment I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. My chest tightened as though the shards had embedded themselves inside me instead of the tiles. Silence fell on the other side of the door. Not the kind of silence that comes with peace, but the loaded kind that makes your stomach knot, waiting for something to happen. A low grunt, a shuffle, then Sophie’s voice, breathy, half laughing. “What was that?” Mike muttered something I couldn’t catch. Then the rhythm picked up again, slower this time, as if he was listening and moving at once. My knees weakened, my back pressing against the wall beside his door. I wanted to run. God, I wanted to. But I stayed there, pinned by my own disbelief, as though my body belonged to someone else. “It’s nothing,” Mike said at last, his tone dismissive. “Probably something fell in the sitting room.” Her giggle followed, sickening, high pitched, like na

The phone’s sharp ring sliced through the quiet of my room, jarring me from the haze of scrolling through my phone. Ethan’s phone, lying on my bed where he’d tossed it earlier, buzzed insistently. I glanced at the screen, Mike’s name flashed in bold letters. My stomach twisted. Mike, my boyfriend, calling Ethan? Why? Ethan, sprawled on my beanbag chair, barely looked up from his game controller. “Yo, answer it,” I said, my voice sharper than I meant. Ethan groaned, pausing his game, and grabbed the phone. “Yeah, Mike, what’s up?” His tone was casual, but I leaned closer, straining to hear the muffled voice on the other end. “Nah, I’m at my place, just chilling. Why?” My heart thudded. Mike was checking Ethan’s whereabouts. I knew that tone, he was fishing, making sure Ethan wasn’t anywhere near his house. Sophie’s face flashed in my mind, my best friend, always a little too close to Mike, always laughing a little too loud at his dumb jokes. I’d brushed it off for months, t