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His daunting eyes narrowed in on me and he straightened, a smile spreading across his lips and revealing the dimples my dad had mentioned. His beauty struck me like a blow, and I could already feel butterflies swarming in my stomach, his intimidating aura swallowing the entire space around him. Dr. Benjamin Cavanagh. The eccentric billionaire dubbed the Mad Doctor. “Do you see him?” My father crackled in my ear. “Yes.”

“Three compromised shipments. Two dead.” Zandrei nodded then he stood. “Stand him up.” The guards quickly lifted the man from the chair. His legs barely held him. Zandrei stepped closer. “So now,” he said mildly, “you’re going to help me understand something.” The man nodded wildly. “Anything, anything, sir...” Zandrei’s hand shot out and gripped his jaw hard enough to make him whimper. “Why,” he asked softly, “did you think I wouldn’t find out?”