The Blackwood Tower was everything Elara expected. It was a building made of steel, glass and intimidation all in one.She was dressed as though going for a cooperate war, a charcoal suit she'd bought for better days, heels that gave her three additional inches of height, hair pulled back in a severe bun. The elevator to the 47th floor required a key card and the receptionist who was beautiful, cold, dressed in designer black had escorted her, it should have been flattering but she felt more like she was being delivered."Mr. Blackwood is expecting you," the woman said, opening double doors to an office that felt less a workspace and more like a room for dominance.The room was massive with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. Morning light flowed in and the furniture was minimal; a desk that looked expensive in craftsmanship and details, chairs that probably cost more than her car and two modern arts that she recognized from auction catalogs.Behind the desk, sat Lu
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