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The client hadn’t shown up yet. “I want to buy this place, so I’m meeting with the owner to see if she would consider selling to me.” “She?” Now I was curious to see who the owner was. We waited for quite a while until a sweet server came over and brought us a bottle of wine on the house. “Mr. Moore, I’m sorry, but she won’t be joining you this evening. She sends her regards.” Dominic nodded sullenly, and I noticed him grinding his teeth together. I placed a hand on his sleeve and raised an eyebrow at him.

Even her lips turned white, making the tear tracks on her cheeks look like deep, hollow ravines. Dad walked over. His voice trembled too. "Dex, that command doesn't count. It was said in the heat of the moment. It doesn't count." The door was pushed open again. Sapphire stood in the doorway, looking at us hesitantly. "Adam has been sent back," she began. "His system glitched out. The manufacturer said his emotional module overloaded, so he had to be recalled to the factory for repairs." Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle.

Have fun! Moby: You too, baby. Enjoy yourself.

Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention. "Hi," he replied, his voice deep and gruff. "Tell us already, what happened at Bradley's?" urged a blonde man who’d taken a seat nearby. "Has anyone heard about Andrew James Jr.?" a tall, bold man interrupted. "John James's son? The one who went to England ten years ago?" the blonde guy asked, curiosity piqued. "Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?"

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t

I couldn't let my guard down, not with so much at stake. I settled into the leather chair at my desk, opening my laptop and initiating a secure connection. My fingers flew over the keyboard as I accessed various databases and systems, my mind sharp and focused. Years of experience had honed my skills in cyber infiltration, a necessary tool in our line of work. I delved into the networks of known mafia organizations, seeking any information that could lead me to those who dared to attack my family. The door creaked open, and I glanced up to see Katana entering the room. She moved with her usual grace, her eyes sharp and alert. "Thought you might need some help," she said, pulling up a chair b

A bookshelf slides out of its place as if by magic, and I open the steel door that becomes visible using a retina reader and a code. When the door opens, Boby, my bodyguard, and I enter. The door immediately closes behind us, letting us hear the sound of the bookshelf returning to its place. At the end of the new hallway, I open the door that leads to my other office. It is more modestly furnished: three safes, one desk with a laptop, and a chair. There was nothing else there. Boby stood outside the door, sitting on an old wooden chair, which must have been uncomfortable, but he didn't complain.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

“She’s your balance. Your anchor. She keeps the pack whole through you.” “I haven’t stopped looking, Dad,” Zyon said quietly. “You know I haven’t.” “And yet she’s nowhere.” Jettson leaned forward, his tone sharpening. “What if she’s not out there? What if the Moon Goddess has another path for you?” Zyon stiffened. “What exactly are you trying to say?” Jettson folded his hands. “The Beta of the Blackthorn Pack, you know him. Loyal bloodline, strong leadership. His only daughter rejected her bond years ago. She’s unmated and she’s willing.”