The Heist of Hearts
Her tone was sharp, but she hated that she could feel her pulse thudding against her skin, betraying the intensity of the moment.
Lorenzo’s eyes traced her face, lingering briefly before moving down to her hand, resting on the table. “Work with me,” he said, his voice unwavering but with a hint of invitation that felt deliberate. “Directly. There are… operations where someone with your unique skills could be invaluable.” He paused, holding her gaze with a look that left no room for misinterpretation. “And in exchange, I’ll help you find the truth.”
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