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She then called Lieutenant Benjamin back. "Hello, Lieutenant. Arrest Henry Crawford tomorrow! I think the witness interrogation is strong enough, and don't forget to take a DNA sample from that bastard to send him to prison." Emily said everything with disgust; Senator Crawford's son was a predator of women. Emily felt sick to her stomach recalling how she had shared warmth with Henry in Switzerland last year. Even a few weeks ago, the two of them had spent a steamy night in that vile man’s penthouse. Finally, after Emily had her fill of conversation with Russel Banning, they all left Leonidas Cafe. The marine treated them all to their drinks.

Michelle, with her meticulous nature during her time as my secretary, was the prime suspect. As I stared at the email address, a mixture of frustration and determination surged within me. It was clear that Michelle was intricately involved in this scheme, but I needed to gather more evidence before making any conclusions. With that in mind, I decided it was time to question her directly. I reached out to Carlton through our mental link to inform him of my plan. He confirmed that everyone was ready and waiting for me in the interrogation room. With a deep breath, I steeled myself for what lay ahead. Emily's safety hinged on finding the truth, and I was determined to uncover every detail, no m

“And what have you heard, Miss...?” “Emily,” she supplied, offering him her name while carefully guarding her true identity. “Let's just say you're a man of influence, Mr. McKinley. A man who knows how to get what he wants.” Emily maintained her alluring smile, her eyes locked with Wyatt’s as she engaged him in a captivating conversation. She could sense the undercurrents of intrigue and tension, the unspoken challenge between them. It seemed a dangerous game they played, a dance where each word had the power to reveal secrets or strengthen their respective positions.

The sound replayed in her head, the memory split between fear and something else she couldn’t name. Rhett slid into the chair across from her. He looked calm again, but his knuckles were raw, skin split just enough to show what he was capable of. “You good?” he asked. Emily forced a nod, though her pulse hadn’t steadied. Rhett leaned back, crossing his arms. “Then come on. Better to meet the men now than sit in the corner waiting for them to stare holes through you.” Her chest tightened, but she followed. ________________ The first man who approached was tall and wiry, grin sharp as a knife. His patch read Hawk.

Patting the assailant down to make sure he had no weapons on him or had stolen anything, one of the security men pulled something from the man’s left trouser pocket: a small bag of white powder. Not only had he tried to hurt Emily, but this guy was clearly on drugs, too. I didn’t dare to think what might have happened if I hadn’t got there in time. I AM going to kill him, the anger filling my face again, and even in that moment, realized how much this shocked me; why did I care? “Emily?” When did she disappear? I checked the party and noticed she had returned to her colleagues. She was gulping back another glass of champagne and had returned to full celebration mode.

After 10 minutes, Jane came knocking on the door. "Knock, knock, knock," echoed through the room. Loretta opened the door and greeted Jane, who entered and took a seat on the couch. Emily, stepping out from her room with a folder of documents, approached Jane and settled beside her. "I wrote down some notes from my visit to Oakheart Brewery," Emily began, spreading the papers on the table between them. The room fell silent as the discussion commenced. Emily recounted her entire encounter at the brewery, detailing her inspection and the observations she made.

But when he was looking for Sadie's number to contact her, suddenly a number he didn't recognize called him first and Hunter picked up. "Hello?" A girl said from the other line. "Who are you?" Hunter said. "I'm Emily, I've been waiting for you, can you come now," Emily said. "What is it? And why did you change your number?” Hunter said. "I don't have much time, they might find me," Emily said. "They? Who?" Hunter said and Emily hung up the phone. The question was not answered, making Hunter curious about the person waiting for him, it was Emily's voice, but why did her voice sound as if she was worried and panicked?

The shower suddenly went off and I ran out of the room very carefully, leaving the door opened a bit. I cautiously peered through the crack in the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I witnessed the interaction between Emily and Ryder. Ryder seemed disoriented, his voice laced with confusion as he questioned his whereabouts. Emily, on the other hand, maintained a composed demeanor, insisting that he was home and needed rest. My mind raced with a whirlwind of questions. Why did Emily manage to convince Alpha Ryder here? What was her plan? I knew I had to find out more, to understand the truth behind this twisted angle of deceit.

the words caught me off guard and I snapped my head to look at Emily. “That’s impossible. She was with me all night. She was fine earlier!” I yelled. “Did somebody check her drinks or her food?” I shook my head. “We had every employee checked out. There’s no way…” my words trailed off. I couldn’t lose her. I grabbed her hand in mine and squeezed. Sam reappeared from the hallway with a brown leather bag. “Here!” Emily threw a small baggie containing a few needles in it to Collin. “Put this in the ice. For two minutes. It’s all it needs. I have to get this in her system within the next 5.”

"And I'm going to get to the issue in a moment. But first I must swear you to secrecy once again, and you have to promise that you won't reveal to Pam what we're about to discuss." Mike shook hands with Byron and sat down in a soft leather armchair. "What is going on here?" he asked, "Have you guys joined some kind of cult?" "First you have to promise," Emily insisted. "Okay, I promise. Sheesh." "Would you like some coffee? Tea?" Emily asked. "Just tell me what you're up to," Mike said, getting impatient. Emily took a deep breath. "This is an intervention." "What? I'm not on drugs," Mike objected, "I never do drugs. They interfere with my thinking process."