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Her earrings complimented her brown eyes, her hair was perfectly tied all back, just releasing a strand of hair on the side of her face. I couldn't believe this was the same girl I just saw yesterday, she now looked confident and fierce. I didn't realize I was starring at her for a while, till Wren gave out a mischievous cough to alert me. She also caught me starring, which made her look curious and worried towards me. "Morning Mr. Nikolas, I have the documents from the HR department." Rainora nervously said. She had a look of concern on her face as she gently dropped it on my desk.

"Ooooh! Now, we’re getting to the good part. The story has been depressing all this while.” Sean interrupted, and they both laughed. “It was a little funny the way I met Nora. She had just been dumped by her boyfriend and came to drink away her pain in a bar, while I was also in the bar, trying to get a feel of the new town in which we were opening a new branch of our company. I was sitting there getting drunk and minding my business because the fight with Christina over Dylan was draining me.

With a shaky little sigh that smacked of defeat, she tapped in her access code, surprising him with her sudden willingness. “Here… You can look at my emails,” Norah urged. “You’ll see I was counseling him that certain requests could be interpreted as… shady.” ***** She offered him the phone. Norah didn’t know much about climbing out of a hole, but she knew you had to hit rock bottom to be able to go up… so she went there. At least, this humiliation was her choice and only between the two of them, now that the room was empty.

Demi said. "Yes," Nora said. "The three conditions," Demi said. "Yes." Demi held the evening. "How are you," she said. Nora held the cliff. "I don't know yet," she said honestly. "I'm still feeling inside." "That's fair," Demi said. "It's a thousand years old," Nora said. "Someone a thousand years ago sat with this document and decided to describe the person who would come for it. And the description they left is me." She held the railing. "That should feel abstract. It feels completely specific."

"Fair." Nora leaned back without saying anything. I knew that look well enough to recognize what she was doing. She was testing every angle before trusting a single one. She exhaled quietly. "It's useful." I met her eyes. "Useful isn't the same thing as safe." Nora nodded without arguing. "No." She folded her arms. "But you've spent five years making decisions that were useful before they were safe." Her gaze dropped back to the memo. "If you turn this down..." She didn't have to finish immediately. "Eleanor's team takes over the story. And we've already seen what kind of story they're willing to tell when nobody stops them."

He folded his hands on the table, fingers interlaced so tightly his knuckles went white. "Let’s see how well you’ve memorized your script," Cain muttered to himself. He didn't look at her resume. Didn't care about her work history or typing speed. All he needed to know was who,or what she was. ‎"Where did you grow up?" he said, his voice cold and clipped. ‎"Chicago," Nora answered softly, setting the glass down with trembling hands. "The south side." "And your parents?" "Both my parents are deceased." ‎Too convenient, Cain thought darkly, and clasped his hands in front of his face.

Now came the part where I reminded him that love made fools of even the strongest men. I returned to my chambers before unlocking the bottom drawer of my desk. There were several folded letters resting inside. Some were written in Nora's handwriting. Others carried the seal of her former pack. The corners of my mouth lifted. The amusing part was that Nora had genuinely tried protecting Rafael. The first information she passed along had been deliberately misleading. If she had continued doing only that, perhaps she might have escaped suspicion forever. But desperation always destroyed careful people. After that wolf cornered her in the forest, everything changed. She broke and handed over eno

"You have not brought a woman home since Isabella died." The mention of her name made my jaw tighten. "Nora is different." "How?" Clara asked. "Who is she? Where did she come from?" "She is payment for a debt." I kept my voice steady. "Landon signed her over to me." Adrian raised his eyebrows. "Darius's son? The hospital empire family?" "Yes." "And you accepted her?" Clara's tone was skeptical. "Why would you want another person's burden?" Because she looks exactly like Isabella. Because seeing her face made my dead heart beat again. Because I could not let her go.

"You saved the baby. You saved the evidence." Nora looked down at her hands. Still shaking. She put them in her lap where she didn't have to look at them. She looked around the laundromat. Rachel. Margaret. Priya. Vivian. All four of them, right there, all still breathing. One of the dryers behind Margaret was still running, empty, tumbling nothing, and nobody had turned it off. "What happens now," Nora asked. "We wait," Rachel said. "We watch. We see what happens once the story's out."

Nora, I know you think you’ve won. I know you think you can just walk away into Damien Vance’s world and pretend the last seven years never happened. But I still have everything. I have your old personal journals from the house on Elm Street. I have the rough drafts of your early designs, the private financial tracking sheets you kept when we were struggling, and the personal notes you wrote about your family. I have already talked to a freelance publisher who is willing to buy the rights to the entire archive. They want the real story of Nora Vance—the desperate, broke artist who kept double books while her marriage fell apart.