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Or what has been done to her? That last question immediately has blood rushing back to my dick. The thought of her being this way due to being sexually abused has something going off in my head. When I look at her again, she isn't cleaning anymore. Or she could be done. I don't know, but she's glancing through the cover of The Art of War by Sun Tzu then flips through the pages. I have the book in a limited cover edition so I can understand her confusion. Done pretending, I set my laptop aside. “That's the actual book.” She jumps on her toes from my voice startling her.

“You really did your homework on him, huh?” “If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles,” he answered with a shrug. “Sun Tzu, The Art of War.” I recognised the quote a mile away, but I was surprised Jasper was familiar with it. “Reading is a good pastime when you live in the forest.” he shrugged once more and I couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on my face which turned into a blush when I saw everyone watching us. “We have to find out what Dark is after, if we find it first we may be able to level the playing field against him.” Alpha Devin’s authoritative voice rang through the office surprising me.

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes. I’m going to shower, then get my schedule and some books. Maybe we can look through them and see what's in store for us. Yorick and I spend the afternoon going through our schedule. “I’ve never considered war an art,” I say, looking at the class titles Art of War. “Many do though,” Yorick says, flipping through his book. “There are lots of books on it.” I'm sitting on the small couch in my room. He'd pulled up a chair, pulling my legs over his lap. As we’ve talked and gone through our course schedule, his fingers had been gently running up and down my legs, periodically rubbing my feet as we talk. At some point, he’d extended his legs to the couch and I start

“How to build leverage. Read people. Find cracks in their masks.” He studied her for a long moment. Then he stood and walked to a nearby bookshelf, pulling down a thin, worn book. He handed it to her. “The Art of War.” “Elara,” he said, voice calm, “there are rules to this kind of war. And the first is understanding that most battles are won before they’re ever fought.” She took the book, her fingers tracing the faded cover. “Then I better start reading.” That night, as she sat curled up in the corner of her new room, flipping through chapters of Sun Tzu, she didn’t feel like a victim anymore.

After that, I returned to wandering around the whole place, looking for the books that we were going to use. I stopped at the part where the books were arranged and took the one that caught my interest. I blew air to it to remove the dust that was covering the book and read what the title says in our own language. The Art of War. I looked into another book, the title that was written on it was Heart of a Warrior. I grinned and took other books that were needed and related to combat and being a warrior. I STOPPED by the window of this room, the assembly hall. Along with my halted steps were the pauses of the people that were walking behind me.

"Our Brazilian friends helped us get Susan to her hotel safely to grab her passport and anything important and to go to a bank to get some cash money to pay for whatever we needed, including the charter. I knew that we couldn't let her use a credit card. That kind of a transaction is all too easy to trace, so everything was going to have to be done in cash to minimize our trail's footprint. Half an hour into the flight, I offered the pilot more than enough money to get him to change his flight plan to Grand Cayman." "Sun Tzu had a lot to say about misdirection," Zach explained. "Sun Tzu was a Chinese general, military strategist, writer, and philosopher who lived in the Eastern Zhou period o

“Yes.” “And?” “Victory is decided before the first clash. The strongest position is often the one no one even sees.” Old Master Shore’s fingers stilled on the cane. “Sun Tzu also believed in deception.” “So does every empire that has ever lasted,” she replied evenly. A faint, dangerous smile curved his lips as he nodded his head. “Good. You’re not naïve.” He didn’t let the moment linger. “What about The Intelligent Investor?” “I’ve read it.” “And?”

“Did you, at any point, see Irving with anything suspicious?” Voodoo cocks his head thoughtfully. Over the next minute, he remains so still that I wonder if he has forgotten that we’re in the room. I’m about to reiterate my question when his eyes refocus on mine. “I visited him several times after he formed an office at Sao Paulo. I found it odd, considering it wasn’t his territory, but I didn’t question it. However, I did find it strange to see the same paperweight on his Sao Paulo desk as he had in his Cozumel office. He moved it last time I came over, and his books are not in the proper order except for one. The Art of War by Sun Tzu. I was curious because it was the only red softcover bo

He bid Noah goodnight. 'The supreme art of war is to subdue your enemy without fighting.' -Sun Tzu, Art of War. Noah was getting to know him. Noah was getting to know Calvin too.

“Read it. Best work of literature ever.” “I thought you were joking when you said The Art of War is your favorite book,” my woman mutters as she pages through it. “The greatest victory is that which requires no battle,” Alexei quotes the book. “Sun Tzu was a wise man.” “I like the sound of that,” Anya says, a smile curving her lips. She starts to read, and Alexei leans closer, pointing out more quotes. That’s what a father should be like. Emotion wells in my chest because Alexei is a father to us all.