VickyI stepped out through the side door of the mansion, slipped on my dark sunglasses, and got into the back seat of my tinted car. My heart was pounding hard, but my mind felt ice cold.As the door shut, the soft music already playing inside the car reached me — The Devil Doesn’t Bargain by Alec Benjamin.I pulled the tissue from my robe pocket and carefully moved the slightly damp white pill into a small glass vial I had taken from my vanity.“To the Grand Tower, Thomas,” I told my driver. My voice came out smooth and firm. “Call Mr. Harrison. Tell him I need an emergency private meeting in his office in twenty minutes. No secretaries. No calendar notes.”“Right away, Miss Victoria,” Thomas answered, nodding in the rearview mirror.Twenty minutes later I stood in the top-floor corner office of Harrison & Associates, looking out over the city.Mr. Harrison, the sharp-eyed lawyer in his sixties who had protected my father’s empire for thirty years, stood up from his big wooden desk.
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