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My phone's torchlight was pointed directly at them, cutting through the dark like a spotlight. My boss, Ethan Hades, the billionaire CEO of The Hades Conglomerate, was completely bare, naked, driving his hardcore cock deep into one of the secretaries. Her butt was facing him, her voice screaming out into the room as he ruthlessly thrust into her from behind. “Holy shit! I'm sorry!” I gasped out. I bolted before they could fully register my face. Panting, I raced through the shadows, but as I stumbled into the coffee machine area, my flashlight flickered across a familiar piece of paper.

She fumbled it into the lock and twisted. Clack. The tumblers gave way with a heavy, oily thud. Lina lifted the lid. "Well?" Sophia prompted, her voice tight. Lina shone her light inside. No gold. No letters. Just a single, leather-bound ledger, its spine cracked like old bone. "It’s an accounting book," Lina whispered, flipping through pages of dense, handwritten ink. "Logistics, Soph. Dates, weights, coordinates. It’s not just money—it’s the cargo."

Apparently, he already had a house ready in France, where we could move in at any time. On February 29, 2008, I sat down with Margareth at the table in the living room, where we laid out the book of magic and all the things needed for the ritual - in particular, a few drops of our blood, which was to connect us telepathically with our mother, and a card with her full name and surname, which was to facilitate contact with the right person. Oliver was sitting in one of the armchairs, holding Alex on his lap, who in turn was staring at what I was doing with my sister like he was charmed. Until now, this mobile baby sat totally still, only sucking on his fingers.

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I stood up and closed the book as I tried to explain. “I— I well, i— was just— you said I should find out!" I yelled in defense, holding up the book. Thankfully, I picked up a book called Mysteries so chances were he believed me. Nikolai pursed his lips then nodded. He walked further into the study and that was when I noticed he was in nothing but his suit jeans and his black shirt was unbuttoned. It looked like he came here in a rush. Nikolai walked up to the opposite shelf and pulled out a large black book. “Here. This contains everything about my pack. I'll get you another book on the mafia,” he said, holding the book forward. I drew my head back as I eyed the book and then him.

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