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, the secretary stated coolly, and he calmed down a bit to see the contents of the business card. His eyes went wide when he saw the name of the Holland group on it. He knew it was surely someone powerful that was interested in his affairs, but why? That baffled him. He wanted to turn it down, nevertheless, but a thought of Amber being in trouble with the person flashed through his mind. An evil smile crept into his face as he thought of it as an opportunity to get rid of her and also get some money to support himself since he was struggling financially. “Where should I meet him?”, he asked with a smirk, and the secretary responded with “Come to the CRYPS DINER tomorrow by two in the afterno

“Still don’t get it.” Scott pulled two crumpled plastic bags from his pocket. “Look. These’ll hold about a hundred cans an bottles each. If we fill em up, we can get close to ten bucks. We’ll split it, five bucks each.” Scott winked. “I was over at Brooks Pharmacy yesterday. Guess what they just got?” Jesse smiled hopefully. “New comics?” “You bet. Secret Defenders, The Hulk . . . an Dr. Strange.” “Cool.” Jesse paused. “Wait. You don’t read comics. What’re you gonna buy with your split?”

As they sat down for lunch, they couldn't help but bombard him with their usual barrage of humorous speculations about his mysterious disappearances. Castor, the resident joker, couldn't resist taking the first jab. "So, D'Andre, is it secret spy missions again? Are you the real-life James Bond?" Taylor chimed in, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Nah, I bet he's secretly a superhero, fighting crime in the shadows." Catalina, always the one to add a touch of drama, raised an eyebrow dramatically. "Or maybe he's leading a double life as a famous celebrity, incognito during the day and a superstar by night."

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

“Data that for the past ten years has been hidden by people who care only about power and money.” On the massive screen, a document suddenly appeared. Not Azure statistics, but records of Silas White’s illegal financial transactions. “This is my father, Silas White,” Liora pointed at the frozen Silas. “The man you know as a successful entrepreneur.” However, what you don’t know is how he funded his lifestyle. “He sold state secrets, he faked his wife’s death, and today... he attempted one final act of blackmail.” The entire room fell silent instantly. Journalists scrambled to take pictures of Silas.

"Lucas, the guy from the city, might be a hidden CEO. He wears the most expensive clothes, perfume, and drives the town's finest car. Nathan was a sexy alpha, the leader of our community, and a former special agent who has traveled the world. Who knows what secrets he holds. Ethan, the bad boy, could rise to be a significant Mafia figure. But you, my dear Xander, as much as I adore you, are wonderfully, yet regrettably, just an ordinary human." "I could be a billionaire in disguise," Xander said, his voice tinged with hurt. “Wow, Xander, you’re the most frugal person I know.” “Yeah, you still owe me $200, and I'm not even counting the many secret stashes that you’ve taken from my lab.” “See.

Sienna is already awake beside me, scrolling through her tablet, her face grim. "What's happening?" I ask, sitting up. She hands me the tablet without a word. The headline is from HUSH DAILY, a major online publication. One of those sites that sits somewhere between journalism and gossip. TECH BILLIONAIRE'S DARK SECRET: THE WOMEN SHE BUYS AND BREAKS By Daniel Ross

The door was shut with a bang. I chuckled, mentally jotting down to search this Sebastian Ricci and hack a little into his life. Thinking of one billionaire, made me think of another one Alex Bianchi. I hadn’t met him after Tuesday, he probably worked in his office and didn’t trouble himself with coming to the third floor of fifth building where the technical security hackers sat.

A smile spread across my cheeks as I read through the blog. “Sebastian Hartley, the soon-to-be CEO of the Hartley Group of Companies.” Everything good was written about him—aside from his coldness. But that’s expected, considering he’s a billionaire. “Can I share in your joy?” Zara asked, drawing my attention. “It’s nothing,” I lied. She admires Sebastian too—so much that she’d want him between her thighs. “Oh, okay,” she muttered. I held my smile in check and continued reading the blog.

“They're not even going to try and place some of this on you. With me there they won't even bother. I could easily bury the entire Police Department with motions and files again them a matter of a week they would be so overwhelmed that they wouldn't even know what side is up. That is only one of the very few benefits to having a billionaire on your side. Everything else just seems to be more of a waste.” “You're not going to do that.” Kelly said if she looked at him. He just looked at her and check out the little bit knowing that he could easily bury the entire state with lawsuits and paperwork. Part of the perks of being what he was meant that he was able to access secrets for every single