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Employed at an elite spa owned by Dean Graham. Primary income for his household. Mother undergoing treatment. Sister still in school. A girlfriend. A secret lover at work. No criminal record. No debts. No leverage. A man balancing too many lives with one body. I felt something tighten, not fear. Recognition. This was not paranoia. I did not believe he was a threat. I believed he was a variable. Variables could destabilize systems. Or redefine them. I closed the file and opened the site of the spa, setting up an appointment for the next day.

A folder opened on the screen. VANTAGE HOLDINGS. Sophia leaned over and looked at the screen. "What is that?" I smiled. It wasn't a happy smile. It was the smile of someone who had been playing a long game. Someone who had been waiting for the right moment. "My secret company," I said. "I've been building it for three years. Ethan doesn't know. No one knows. Not the board. Not the press. Not even you." Sophia stared at the screen. Her eyes moved across the numbers. The accounts. The assets. The hidden money.

When he saw the man get out of the car, he was instantly stunned into stammering, “That’s… I saw him on TV before. He’s the secretary to the richest guy in town, George Thomas! What’s he doing here?” The rest of them exchanged looks of utter confusion. The secretary to the richest man in Riverdale naturally had plenty of clout to his name. So why was he here at Starlight Bar, and looking like he was in such a hurry, too? Lynn looked completely perplexed too. First there was Master Nino, and now there was the richest guy’s secretary. What was going on in this bar? “Lynn, are these guys all here for your useless cousin-in-law over there?” asked one of her girl friends suspiciously.

Antonio asked me, pouring water from a jug into a glass without waiting for my response. "No. I didn't know he had a twin brother." I said in a low voice, my knees dragging to my chest where I sat on the floor in a corner. It was a shed made out of wood. A blue carpet filled the corner and there was a white desk in the center of the room and a mattress on the floor. "There's many things you don't know about it and you just follow him around like a puppet." He said in a mocking voice. "Not willingly." "He's a rich man with a lot of secrets, too many secrets." He shook his head and put the glass of water on the table.

Then he reached for one of the drawers on his desk and pulled out a thick envelope before sliding it toward her. Sophia stared at it in confusion. Even without touching it, she could already tell what was inside. Money. A lot of it. Her chest tightened. “What is this?” she asked quietly. The manager leaned back in his chair before answering. “It came from Mr. Hudson’s people.” Sophia felt her throat go dry. “They reviewed the CCTV footage and saw you entering the VIP suite last night,” he continued. “They instructed me to hand this to you personally.” Sophia slowly looked down at the envelope again, her fingers trembling slightly.

A company letterhead I did not recognize. Sterling Industries. Internal Memorandum. Confidential. The date was from the year before I was born. I read the first line. The following transaction has been approved by Charles Sterling. Funds in the amount of fifteen million dollars will be transferred to an offshore account. The purpose of this transfer is to conceal profits from weapons sales to a sanctioned nation. My stomach turned. I flipped to the next page. Bank records. Account numbers. Signatures. Charles Sterling's signature. Liam's father. I flipped again. A photograph. A man. Dead. Eyes open. Blood on his shirt.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

or “The Hidden Billionaire.” See you again soon, Dear Readers. With love, Zila Aicha

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."

“The news reports didn’t say if the billionaire was completely withdrawing his investment after Henry made a fool of himself...” He reclined on his chair. “That bit of the news is uncertain yet but I am sure after this report he would have no other choice, everyone hates to be in the news for the wrong things, especially a man of his calibre.” She sipped her drink. “This makes me so fucking happy but you didn’t call me here for that...” He nodded. He reached inside his drawer and brought out an iPad and handed it to her. “It is a secure network. No one can tap into it” he tapped on it and showed it to her. He was calling a private line...”