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A few bulky bodyguards stepped in. They slammed me down and ripped my clothes off. A neon vest—"FAKE"—went on. A placard hung from my neck. The camera zoomed in for the livestream. [Hell yeah! You're the king! This is peak content. Every expose hits hard!] [Thought rich dudes act untouchable why you crawling now.] [Philip, don't stop. Keep it coming. Need the next part.] Philip looked down at me. "My fans want it? I deliver."

"Since when did you dare to start arguing with me? Oh, yeah, you've been disobedient to me since a long time ago." "I'm way too naughty because of you, Dad!" And, the second throw pillow was received by Nova, making him run quickly into the room. LOL. **** Morning. There was news on television about a subsidiary of an AD company (Andromeda Company) that had been widely spread. The fights and quarrels at nightclubs attracted the attention of the media, ranging from TV, newspapers, and radio. Who was not ashamed? Seeing the face of President Satya's son on television screens and newspapers?

Brought me back down. "You're extraordinary, Velvet. Don't let anyone make you feel less than that. Not your boss. Not anyone." "Thank you, Sir." "Get some rest. Tomorrow is your presentation, yes? The one at 3 PM?" I froze. There it was again. The knowledge he shouldn't have. "How do you know what time my presentation is?" A pause. "You mentioned it last week, didn't you?" Had I? I couldn't remember. "I don't think I did."

"Unknown. But boss? She's been posting about you on social media. About how she's concerned about your recent choices. And she's scheduled three interviews with major networks for tomorrow." I closed my eyes. Giselle had always been dramatic, but this felt different. "Handle it," I told Rodriguez. "Sir, I'm not sure this is something we can handle quietly." I looked down at Lexi, who was watching me with concern. "Then we don't handle it quietly," I said. "Set up a meeting. If Giselle wants to talk, we'll talk." "Boss, are you sure that's wise?" I thought about Harrison's embezzlement scheme, about the way Lexi had fearlessly confronted him across a lunch table, about how she'd looked when s

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She wiped her messy face with both palms and nodded in understanding. She knew it. Those three cans of discount beer from the minimarket last night must have been a defective batch. The drinks were one hundred percent toxic, expired, or laced with hallucinogens. There was no other logical explanation. Her ex cheated, she got her heart broken, got drunk, and now she was hallucinating that her fierce boss was suddenly naked in her bed, claiming to be a werewolf. Perfect. Nichole was convinced that she had gone completely insane.

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”

I called. One of my men stepped inside, looking nervous but excited. “Sir, the subject is secure. She should wake up in a couple of hours.” I smiled wider and took another drag. “Perfect. Prepare the lab. And make sure the cameras are rolling when she realizes what’s happening. I want every moment.” The man nodded and left quickly. I leaned back in the chair again, crossing my legs as I stared at the flames outside. Everything was going according to plan. Clara would break. Ryder was probably panicking. And I would finally get what my parents died for.

Thomas says. “What if she does not come?” Jason asks. “The Boss is confident that she will come to us” Thomas says, taking a drag from his cigarette. What makes them so sure that I will come to them? I try to see if there is anything on them that I can identify. Any clue as to who this boss might be, but there is nothing. I decide to return to the safety of the cave. I will plan my next move from there. At least they have not found Lilliana. She might also be out here somewhere. Hopefully I can find her before they do.

Fire that refused to die. Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow the city remembers. By morning, the city was already awake, buzzing with rumors that The Boss would speak. Nobody knew for sure—nothing official had been announced—but whispers spread fast in neighborhoods where radios were the only windows to the world. At the mansion, Hayes and the manager returned with their portable setup, escorted once again by armed guards. They moved carefully, setting up microphones, wires, and a small console that could transmit live to the station. The Boss entered the room like a storm, dressed in a dark suit, his face carved in stone. He said nothing as the final checks were made, only sat in the high-backe