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Just stepped back from the podium and found Avalon’s eyes across the room. He was looking at her the way he looked at her when something got through. The unguarded version with his father’s laugh on his face. The Hendersons found them. Richard Henderson was sixty something. Old San Francisco money with the confidence of a man who had never been in a room where he didn’t belong and had stopped noticing that privilege decades ago. He shook Avalon’s hand and the turned to Selene. He thought it was really something. The question part was what caught his attention. But whose question was it to begin with, he wondered.

insinuate that he was negligent. A piece of breaking news hit the headlines on the third day. It was a scandal about "Trevor," not about "Cedrick." In a video, Trevor and several burly tattooed men gathered together to take a kind of white powder in a hidden private room. The video was shot secretly, as it was not very clear. After Trevor left the mercenary group, he did not work in his family's company, but opened a private club. He also engaged in logistics, transportation, and fireworks.

He lowered his voice and continued his report, "Henderson Group was found to have been involved in minor tax evasion and got off on a huge fine worth tens of millions. They've been allowed to resume operations. "Mr. Henderson has been released on bail as well, but I put a stop to it. Mr. Mayer's the one pulling the strings. From the looks of it, he's set on butting heads with us." Eyes darkening, James drawled, "Call the courthouse and have them move Marvin's case forward for an earlier hearing." After Wendell left, James leaned into the couch and typed, deleted, then retyped his reply to Beverly's text. It took a while before he sent it.

Miller screamed, rushing into the room with his hands raised. Lila gasped, covering her mouth. The person pinned beneath Adrian’s crushing weight wasn't an intruder, it was the head of their own elite inner-perimeter security detail. Henderson was gasping for air, his uniform torn, a thick strip of heavy tactical tape hanging loosely from his bleeding jaw where he had frantically ripped it off. "Sir..." Henderson wheezed, his eyes wide with terror as he stared up at the lethal, unblinking glare of his boss. "Bypassed... she bypassed the terminal. Used a family clearance code. I didn't verify... I didn't think..."

Henderson asked Vonn “ Are you sure about this Vonn? What if tito will found out about this and about Khlea’s past?” “ Don’t worry Henderson papa will never find out about this.” “ Okay, you said it. It’s up to you. But you know dude, something has changed into you huh! As far as I know, it’s hard for you to trust others. But with Khlea hmmm..” he said with a teasing in his voice. But Vonn just laughed at him. They stopped chatting when they saw Khlea approaching near them

Troy Harrison swiped through his phone again. Turned it toward me. Same beach. Same couple. But now there was sound. Maya's soft gasps. Alex whispering something I couldn't make out. The unmistakable sounds of— Christ. The quality was crystal clear. How was that even possible? "Daniel has the Henderson files." Harrison said it like he was ordering coffee. "The ones stolen from your foundation offices." The room tilted. "It was you? You broke into—"

It was mentally exhausting, like trying to listen to eight conversations simultaneously while also holding my breath, but four days of intensive training with Damian had prepared me for exactly this challenge. "Gentlemen, ladies," the man at the head of the table said, his nameplate reading Thomas Brennan, CEO of Brennan Development Group. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I know Evan Grayson's recent death has raised questions about the Henderson deal and I think it's important we address those concerns directly before moving forward." I focused on Brennan first, slipping into his thoughts with the practiced ease that had become second nature over the past few days. A click -

​"It’s built on confidence. You’re the one who said the market hates a scandal. Well, the scandal just became a success story." ​Henderson turned. His face was a map of broken capillaries. "You think you’ve won. You think because you saved the girl, you get to keep the crown." ​"I don't care about the crown. I care about the company." ​"Then you should have stayed away from the Vanes." ​He threw a tablet onto the mahogany table. It slid across the polished surface and hit my hand. ​I didn't look at the screen. I looked at Henderson.

"And you will not push." "No," he said. "I will not push." She looked at him for one more moment. Then she looked down at Lily and adjusted the blanket around his shoulders and told herself the thing in her chest was just exhaustion. It was not exhaustion. But she was not ready to call it what it was. Not yet. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Henderson. She answered quietly so as not to wake Lily. "I found out what Diana is planning," Henderson said. His voice was very controlled in the way it got when the news was serious. "Her lawyer called me back. Off the record as before."

“What in the goddess name, am I watching on the news?” “That's why I'm calling,” He spoke in a hurry. The noise coming from his end was loud.“The reporters got wind of it before we did.” “Where are you, Trevor?” “At one of the sites.” “You didn't see it fit to inform me before you decided to go over there?” I barked into the phone. He was getting on my nerves these days. “You felt I should be the last to know?” “No, no. It is not what you thinking, Alpha Ryder. The warehou—”