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Fucking idiot. I was sitting outside, perched on the stone bench beneath the ivy-covered archway, reading The 48 Laws of Power—my favorite book and the only thing I managed to bring with me from home. Honestly, it's the only reason I haven't lost my mind yet. That book isn't jusr philosophy; it's basically the blueprint for survival in a place like this. And it's been working. Slowly. Strategically.

It was not time to entertain enemies but to convert them into pawns and control them. She had strong feelings the man opposite her was her enemy and did not mean well to her and those around her. Time did not allow her to deal with him in the way she wanted. The only option was to employ him, by so doing he would be closer and responsible never to harm people put under his charge. They did the paper work, and names were exchanged together with correct identifications. One of the 48 Laws of Power is to use one’s enemies. The Inspector was to start his duties immediately. He was to follow her to her house and stay with her.

How wonderful he has these. But i wonder if he's watering them accurately? Or just a display here, useful until death. Meh. My feet led me next to his shelf, there are many books there, the sections were full. Oh i remember he's a man who believes in the credibility of a book, especially if it is written in a style that suits his taste. The law stuff, firm management, social studies, sales tax and any other business-related concepts. "I wonder..." I took out a single book in a hardbound, it has gold letterings in its cover that says the title: A Wise Tycoon.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

Instead, the man just makes a soft, considering hum. “Bad people tend to attract bad people, and money, power, is highly motivating,” he says. “Your company’s governing board is not made up of good people; they stayed because they could be bought and when someone made a better offer, there was no true loyalty to hold them. Your father is a powerful man, but that power comes from fear; if he doesn’t have that, he has nothing.” Isabella swallows hard and squeezes at Archibald’s hands that are still so gentle, curled around her own.

The books on the shelf were neatly arranged but the frayed edges and the little tears on the bottom of most of the books gave out that they’d been read a couple times. Adrian didn't particularly strike me as someone who would love to read but I guess you can't always judge a person by their outward appearance. I traced my fingers along the spines, the titles ranging widely from classic literature, to mindset guides then to business strategy books. One title in particular caught my eye and I pulled it out : Good to Great by Jim Collins. I flipped through the pages not so sure of what I was looking for, because I wasn't interested in reading the book at the time, but it was an appropriate dist

VALERIA After the meeting had ended, the office felt quieter. Those men had left satisfied. Their shipment would move through my ports in three days. Another clean business deal on paper. Another dirty one in reality. I closed the files on my desk and leaned back in my chair. Some people believed that power came only from violence. That’s where they all got it wrong. It didn’t come from violence. Power came from systems. From networks, from making illegal things look perfectly legal.

I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room. A large book at the end of the shelf entitled “The Power and Responsibility of Men” caught my eye. It seemed to be more weathered than the rest of the books, but I didn't get why. “Who would be drawn to a book like that?” I asked myself, pulling it from the shelf.

I gaped. He shrugged. "For the record, I have read forty eight laws of powers. And other non fiction books. I got tired, picked up a romance book while I was in Manhattan and it turned out pretty okay. Some of the characters are jerks, the women are bird brained, but at least they love each other." "That is so sweet and terrifying at the same time," I cooed, giving him a hug. I nuzzled my face deeper into his chest, loving his after shower smell.