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"And I'm not ready to act on it yet anyway. I need at least another year of documentation." "Then the timing might actually work," he says. "That's what I keep coming back to." "What does your gut say?" She looks at the bare trees, the empty paths, the old lake going dark. She thinks about Fuentes: you opened it yourself. She thinks about Patricia: make sure whoever gets you knows what they're getting. She thinks about the version of herself who spent forty-five years in the first life, building inside ceilings she didn't make. "Take it," she says. "My gut says take it."

"Why are you still here? Didn't I order you to go to Northreach?" Andrea shrank behind Quinton. Unable to explain himself, Quinton forced out, "Mr. Vaughn, this is Lisa's fault. She already resigned…" "She resigned?" Robert echoed, stunned. Andrea immediately jumped in. "That's right! She colluded with the CEO of Fisher Enterprise and jumped ship. She probably took a lot of our confidential information with her, which is why the company's in crisis. You should blacklist her across the industry. Better yet, sue her and make her compensate the company for its losses!"

At least that was what she had become rather convinced of. Staring through the colossal glass windows that led to the balcony, Blue lost all nerve to press on. He stood rather proud. Shoulders stiff, speaking to the priest about Christ knows. In all honesty, she couldn’t imagine what he could have to say to one. Would he be spinning some tale about how they’d been high school sweethearts and were having a rushed wedding because they were dying to consummate their marriage? Was he asking for advice? Sharing some private prayer? Had he confessed the outlandish truth? Told the priest that they’d been in some clandestine relationship for a little over a week now and they were all there so she co

“Excuse me, Mr. Rain, but I don’t quite agree with you. Let’s forget that it’s Felicity Pax who made this and just look at the craftsmanship—” “What craftsmanship are you talking about, Ms. Lewis? I think both of you were just blinded. Crystal, by the fame behind the name, and you for being her best friend. But if you’ll be objective about it, you’ll see how tacky it is.” “You!” Mary’s nose flared in anger. Her nails dug into her palms as her hands balled into fists.

“Be honest—how do I look? I have this big investor meeting today. It’s for a solar energy startup I’m obsessed with.” “You look incredible,” Serena said without looking up, typing furiously. “You’ll close that deal,” Talia added confidently. Amara nodded. “You’ve got this.” Leah’s eyes softened with gratitude. “Love you all. Pray for me!” She grabbed her purse and heels, then headed out. After Leah left, Amara swung her legs off the bed and slowly prepared for her own day. She opened her laptop and forced herself to finish the last of the presentation slides.

I stood up as quickly as lightning and fell back down. My leg seems to be tightened with a metal. I looked down at my legs and there was a chain?! I heaved a deep breath, calming myself for what would come. The last thing I remember is bumping into Alexander Tyrone. The Mafia Leader shit! I looked around the room and it was a room...it was painted blue and the Curtains were blue as well. Whoever put me in this room was an angel, cause blue was my favorite color. "You seem to be happy with the room." The dark deep voice made me look up quickly.

The blood flowed from his nose. He wiped it unconsciously, making him stilled upon seeing it. “Shit. You know what your name means, twig?” he murmured sleepily. “No. Tell me what my name means, please?” I begged just to hear his voice. I wished I could hear it over and over again until I let go of my last breath. “Hmm. The flower, blue iris. It symbolizes faith and hope.” He coughed out. It was fresh blood. God, don’t, please!

Over and over, like we’re both testing to see who’ll give up first. Every time I walk into his room and see those curtains closed again, every time I look at him sitting there in that wheelchair refusing to even look at me, I’m reminded why I’m here. Not just for my mom’s surgery. Not just for the money. But because my brother put him in that chair. Because Lily Petrova was fourteen years old and she died screaming in a car her brother was driving, and Kai’s legs were crushed and his entire life was destroyed and it’s my fault.

Pulling on her blazer, Charlotte hoped that the material would protect her from the shame she was about to experience. Before opening the glass doors of Kingsley Corporation, she took a few deep breaths and then entered the building. Following the terrible meeting she had with the CEO himself, Asher Kingsley, she was on the verge of calling in sick. On the contrary, she was resolute in her intention to show up, maintain a professional demeanor, and put the accidental spill of coffee behind her.

The timer sounded, and Sapphira jumped up from the sofa to rescue her dinner from the oven. Her cabin was small enough that the smell of roasting sweet potato and spices had been taunting her for 20 minutes. She slid the wedges onto her plate before settling back in front of the TV. Flicking through a few channels, she put on the latest drama, something about sexy fire-fighting werewolves—anything to take her mind off the coming week.