The CEO'S Secret Twins
Aria froze, her thumb still resting on the safe panel.
A tall figure stepped out from the shadow of the structural pillar near the window. He was holding a glass of Scotch in one hand, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. He wore an immaculate bespoke suit, a silk pocket square tucked neatly into his breast pocket.
Dominic Sterling took a slow sip of his drink, his sharp dark eyes reflecting the distant city lights.
"You should really upgrade your local network security," Dominic said smoothly, his tone conversational, almost polite. "Your boy is clever, but European encryption standards have a slight delay when re-routing through local American hubs. It took my technician less than