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Chapter 1

I stand in front of the mirror in my tiny bathroom, in that cramped Camden Town flat I share with two noisy roommates. My hands tremble slightly as I adjust the collar of my perfectly ironed white shirt. This is the big day. The day everything changes. Or at least, that's what I've been telling myself for weeks.Amanda Hayes, 24, freshly graduated from the London Business School with high honors in Finance and Management. My résumé is flawless: internships at fintech start-ups, volunteer work at an NGO for financial education, and even an article published in an academic journal on the impact of cryptocurrencies on emerging markets. I worked hard to get here. All-nighters studying, student jobs to pay my tuition: waitress in a crowded pub, tutor for rich kids who didn't need it. My parents, modest teachers in a Yorkshire village, always pushed me to aim high. "The world is yours, sweetheart," my mother used to say, hugging me tight before I left for London.But today is the real test.

Chapter 2

My hands are trembling so much that the pen almost slips from my fingers. Cameron Black's office suddenly feels too big, too cold, as if the glass walls are closing in on me. His green, relentless gaze pierces through me. He doesn't move, doesn't even blink. He waits. And every passing second makes the air heavier, more suffocating."I… I'll sign," I finally whisper, my voice rough, barely audible. It's not a choice. It's survival. Fear twists my insides fear of what he might do to me if I refuse, fear of disappearing like those "witnesses" I accidentally overheard. My mind replays the words from the stolen conversation on a loop: cartel, accident, clean. No, I can't risk that. Not for an internship. Not for my life.Cameron nods, an almost imperceptible movement, but his lips stretch into a cold smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Wise decision, Amanda." He straightens up slightly, towering over the space with his massive presence. I smell his cologne a blend of dark woods and musk

Chapter 3

"Take off your clothes."The words fall like a sentence in the heavy silence of the suite. I stand frozen in the bathroom doorway, the silk nightgown still folded over my arm. My heart pounds so hard I hear it in my temples. No. I can't do this. Not like this. Not tonight. Not with him."What… I… No," I finally whisper, my voice trembling but clear. I step back, clutching the fabric against me like a pathetic shield. "I… I can't."Cameron, sitting on the edge of the bed, bare‑chested and imposing, stares at me for a long moment. I expect anger, an explosion, immediate punishment. But instead, he tilts his head slightly, and a slow, almost amused smile stretches his lips."So you resist," he says in a low voice, almost satisfied. He rises with calculated slowness, approaches without touching me, and stops a yard away. "Anyway, that was just a test. I would never have let you go through with it… at least, not yet."The "not yet" chills my blood. He's promising a future where I'll no lon

Chapter 4

The sun is barely rising over London, filtering through the low, greyish clouds that shroud the city like a shroud. I'm sitting in the back of the black Bentley, hands clenched on my knees, while Alfred, the chauffeur, drives in silence toward the Black Tower. No Cameron this morning. Just me, alone with my thoughts spiralling like an endless whirlwind. Last night's scene plays on loop in my head, obsessive, relentless. That threatening phone call the distorted voice, full of hatred, promising death. The way Cameron reacted: fists clenched, eyes black, a contained fury that turned his face into a stone mask. And then his words: "It's too dangerous for you." Why me? What do I have to do with any of this? I'm just an intern, a forced assistant, trapped in a contract I signed out of fear. But it sounded so serious, so real. Cartels, death threats… It's like I've fallen into a noir film, except there's no script to tell me how to get out.Alfred glances in the rearview mirror, his lined

Chapter 5

— I should have killed that bastard a long time ago. Let him rot like the others. Fuck, if he touches a single hair on your head…He stops short, throwing his jacket onto the chair with a violence that makes the office tremble. Then his green eyes finally land on me, and something changes. The fury softens slightly, replaced by forced calm. He exhales slowly, leaning against his desk.— Amanda, he says in a softer voice, almost surprised. It's nothing. Just a… altercation.He rummages through a side drawer, pulls out a worn first‑aid kit bandages, disinfectant, gauze. But before he can open it, I step closer, driven by an instinct I don't understand myself. I've always been like this: helpful, empathetic, even with those who don't deserve it. My roommates often fault me for it "Amanda, stop trying to fix everyone" but I can't help it.— Let me see, I say, reaching for the kit. He raises an eyebrow, but lets me take it. Instead of handing it back, I open it on the desk, take out a c

Chapter 6

I stand frozen in front of the confidential folder, my heart pounding. The slightly open pages taunt me, promising answers to my swirling questions: who is Cameron Black really? What shadows hide behind Black Industries? Part of me the curious, instinctive part urges me to flip through them, to glean even a clue to understand this trap I've fallen into. But reason wins out. Too risky. I could get caught at any moment Cameron might burst in, or Elena, or any zealous employee. And then? Punishment? Worse? I shake my head, stepping back as if the folder were a time bomb. No, better to play it safe. I return to my desk, diving back into my mundane tasks: checking Excel sheets on Asian investments, drafting a memo on real estate market trends. Cold numbers, reassuring in their apparent normality.And I'm right to be cautious. Barely five minutes later, the door opens silently. Elena enters, her impeccable grey suit as always, but her gaze is different this time suspicious, probing, as if

Chapter 7

I grab my bag and my coat without asking any more questions. That tone in his voice that unexpected softness, that genuine concern disarmed me more effectively than any threat. I follow him down the deserted hallway of the 67th floor, my heels clicking on the cold marble in echo with his own, surer, heavier. The private elevator descends in silence, the numbers scrolling too slowly for my liking. I feel his gaze on me from time to time, but I stubbornly fix on the metal doors, as if they might offer me an escape.In the underground parking, the air is cooler, thick with smells of petrol and damp concrete. No Alfred this time. No armoured Bentley with tinted windows. Cameron guides me toward a more discreet car, a matte grey Audi RS7 with aggressive but anonymous lines, the kind of vehicle that blends into London traffic without drawing attention. He opens the passenger door for me an almost chivalrous gesture, unexpected from him and I settle into the black leather seat, still warm f

Chapter 8

My voice rises a notch without me being able to control it. Everything spills out: the accumulated fear, the frustration, the exhaustion. I realise I'm talking too fast, but I can't stop anymore.He grips the steering wheel a little tighter, his knuckles whitening for a second, but his voice remains calm, almost soothing. He slows down at a red light, taking advantage of the stop to really look at me.— That flat… you won't need it anymore. In fact, I advise you to break your lease. And if you have any important things to retrieve truly personal tell me. I'll send someone to get them for you. The building… it's no longer safe.I freeze, breathless. The words spin in my head like a bad dream. Break my lease? Send someone? No longer safe?— What? What are you telling me? Why wouldn't my building be safe anymore? What did I do? I… I don't understand anything!He starts moving again when the light turns green, but his voice is lower, more serious.— Amanda, trust me. I told you earlier:

Chapter 9

My wrists are still trapped in his hands, warm and firm. My breath is still ragged, my cheeks wet with tears that are slowly drying. I stare at him, furious, terrified, exhausted. But deep down, a small, reasonable voice whispers that shouting louder won't change anything. He won't let go until I've calmed down. And I already know he won't hurt me… not physically, at least.I take a deep breath, once, twice. I gather all the strength I have left to speak in a voice that trembles a little less.— Alright, I finally say, throat tight. I… I'll take the keys. I'll stay here. But on one condition.He raises an eyebrow, still so close that I feel his breath brush my skin. He doesn't release my wrists right away, as if waiting to see if I'll explode again.— This weekend, I want to go out without surveillance. I promised my mother I'd come see her. I want to buy her a kitten, like I told her on the phone. I want to spend time with her… alone. Without anyone following me, without you knowing

Chapter 10

I wake up early, even before the alarm goes off. The grey December light filters through the apartment's electric blinds. I lie still for a few minutes, staring at the immaculate ceiling, my heart still heavy from yesterday. The keys are on the nightstand, lying there like a silent reminder. I get up, barefoot on the warm wooden floor. I take a long, almost scalding shower, to wash away the fatigue and accumulated tension. I pull on black skinny jeans, a cream cashmere jumper (one of the ones he bought me), brand new white trainers. I do light makeup just enough to look rested. I make coffee in the high‑tech machine, eat a Greek yoghurt with fresh fruit from the fridge. I glance at my phone: 8:17 a.m. I promised my mother I'd be there around 10:30 a.m.I don't ask for Alfred. I don't tell anyone. I grab my bag, my coat, and go downstairs. I leave the building, the gate opening automatically with my new badge. I walk to the corner, raise my hand. A black cab stops almost immediately.

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