"You took six hours to post bail," I say without looking up, my hands carefully folding a plain black silk blouse into my single leather suitcase."The federal judge took three hours just to sign the release order," Christopher says, his voice a low, jagged rasp from the doorway of the Poseidon penthouse."You shouldn't have come here," I say, my voice flat, cold, and steady as I zip the inner pocket of the bag.He steps into the room, his heavy boots sounding loud against the white marble floor. He looks physically exhausted, his jaw covered in dark stubble, his dark eyes hollow and red-rimmed, his suit jacket gone. Yet the raw, overwhelming heat of his presence fills the silent penthouse instantly, making my chest tighten and my breath catch in my dry throat."I saw the court docket, Cecelia," he growls, stepping closer until his broad frame casts a tall shadow over my suitcase. "You filed the emergency liquidation petitions for both companies at six this morning.""I did," I say, t
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