Chapter 8: The Ghostwriter’s ShadowThe silence of the penthouse was now more terrifying than the sirens. Avery stared at her phone, Nora Vale's name glowing on the screen. That name didn't belong here; it belonged to her stories. She had used it when writing to survive hungry nights in Brooklyn."Avery?" Silas's voice was rough as he steadied her. He looked at the screen, his brow furrowing. "Who is Nora Vale?""It's me, " she whispered, her voice trembling. ". Rather it's who I am when I'm not Avery Sterling. It's my writing name. Silas no one knows that name. Not even Leo."Silas stood up his protective instincts taking over. He grabbed the phone analyzing the text. "If they know your pen name they've been in your apartment. They've read your thoughts. This isn't about the company; it's personal."The penthouses' private elevator chimed. Marcus entered his tactical gear scorched and his expression grim."Sir, we have a problem, " Marcus said, glancing at Avery. "We moved Leo Sterli
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