Unconditionally Book Novels & Stories

“I am a lawyer for Crownbridge Holdings. I stand for trust. The book must go under escrow unless you agree now.” The word trust hit like ice. Adrian’s face twisted. His voice broke. “You. You are the reason my life was ruined.” Aiko only bowed her head, calm and cold. “I am here for rights.” The house turned into a court. Nia pushed. Laurent pressed. Gabriel whispered warnings. Aiko smiled like a shark. I forced my voice steady. “The book does not move unless me and Nia open it. Here. Now. With cameras.” They looked at each other, then nodded. Cameras lit up. Phones ready. The book sat on the table like a beast.

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

No vulnerability. Just terms and conditions.

Not waiting for anyone. Just ready for what came next.

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he says and I ignore the oooh's my colleagues make on their way out. The door is soon closed and I'm alone with him in the office. He turns his back to me to pour some bourbon into two glasses then makes his was to me to give me one of them and I just look at him in hesitation before taking the glass. "We won the McKenna account bid," he simply says and I put my bourbon glass on a nearby table to literally jump up and down. An account bid is when various accounting firms fight over representing a company. It's usually some big company that's wanting proper representation so they ask accounting firms to submit their account profiles.

She picked up her clutch from the side table. He still hadn’t moved. “Damien.” “Give me a second.” She almost smiled. He crossed the room slowly and stopped in front of her, eyes moving over her one more time. “You look magnificent.” He was still looking at her, then it seemed to hit him. “I didn’t get a debit alert for the gown.” Miriam tilted her head. “That’s because you gave me a card that doesn’t work.” “What do you mean?” “It declined. In front of everyone at Neiman Marcus.”

Smile. Walk. Don't move your hands. Take small steps. Don't run. Just walk. Breathe. Don't let them see you can't. Don't make a sound. Just breathe. Smile. Don't raise your voice. Nod your head. Don't talk back. Don't scream. Smile— "Luna? Luna?" Someone shook my shoulders. I turned, too fast, too sharp and found Remi's concerned gaze. His eyes zeroed in on my turtleneck.

I had fulfilled my end of the bargain, and now it was time for Winston to uphold his. Winston looked up from his seat, his eyes narrowing as he took in my appearance. "Reese," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I see you've held up your end of the bargain." I nodded, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "I have, alpha. April is yours, just as we agreed."

The internal commercial engines for Unicorn Tech’s international software rollout were operating under locked automated parameters on the remote London exchanges. The transaction networks processed their distribution metrics within a single-line validation loop on the primary terminal arrays, requiring zero real-time human maintenance or manual code verification from the engineering core floor. The high-rise office suite sat wrapped in a deep, hyper-modern architectural stillness, serving merely as a sterile backdrop for a deliberate, highly calculated strategic baiting. The public marketplace was completely stable, yet the internal network environment had been intentionally unlatched to inv