Wrecked by my enemy
3 billion portfolio, there had to be a leverage point so profound, so devastating, that it bordered on an absolute addiction.
She tapped her manicured fingernails against the glass desk, the rhythmic click mimicking a steady, clinical countdown. Elias was possessed. Someone had found the hidden seam in his flawless armor and ripped it wide open.
Sophia reached into her silk robe, unlocked her private, biometric burner device, and dialed a direct, thrice-scrambled extension that routed straight into the legal records division at Blackwood Innovations.
"Speak," a low, hurried voice answered on the third ring. It was her primary mole within Blackwood’s paralegal pool—a brilliant, perpetually un
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