Kimberley's POV"Let's see how far your title gets you when the banks close your accounts, Penelope," I said, the venom in my voice barely masking the slight, treacherous tremor vibrating in my throat.The damp evening wind swept down the narrow alleyway behind the commercial tower, biting through the fine wool of my tailored designer coat. I stood planted on the frost-dusted stone steps, my heels digging into the slick granite as I stared directly into Penelope’s face.That gorgeous, infuriating, untouchable face.She did not possess a single blemish on her porcelain skin. Not a strand of her dark hair was displaced by the biting gale. Her eyes were bright, razor-sharp, and completely devoid of the suffocating terror I had spent seventy-two sleepless hours orchestrating. She was supposed to be trembling. She was supposed to be cornered, frantic, and desperate to bargain after the coordinated media leaks we had unleashed across the northern feeds.Instead, she stood before me like an
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