Come Closer Sara Gran Novels & Stories

Grace had always been an expert at striking where it hurt most, and Sara’s past financial troubles were perfect ammunition. But Sara wasn’t the same woman anymore. She set her fork down with precision, a dangerous smile curling at her lips. “Funny you should mention personal disasters, Grace,” Sara replied, her voice low and deadly calm. She reached into her purse, unlocking her phone. “By the way, you looked great at Bar do Porto last week. Very… social.” Sara turned the phone toward her. The screen showed a series of grainy photos of Grace hugging—and in one of them, possibly kissing—several men at a dive bar that was definitely not the kind of place one expected to find Warren’s sister.

Paige stared at him in surprise, "Sir, but there are already four in number." Zachary smiled, "Give me a second." Taking out his phone, he called someone and said, "There's a girl; someone close to me. I want her to be among the Spark Girls who are performing in tonight's show." The person on the other end said, "They are already complete, sir." "I don't care. Either you take one of them out or you add her to the group." Zach said. "We'll add her to the group, sir," the person replied.