Left To Die: Now The CEO Begs

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rial service, the pew next to me was empt

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, and realized the truth with a heavy, sinking finality: I was

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tal box at the Thorne Enterprises headquarters. I was there to hand-deliver th

e cable

am. Just a sickening lurch, the ear-splitting screech of

ncy brakes kicked in. The impact threw us

oded behind my eyes. My leg twisted at an unna

d, the world spinni

er voice was shrill, pierc

ing panel had fallen on my ankle. I gasped, cho

," I whispered. It

rambling to his feet, disregarding the

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ried the doors ope

ried Izzy

e light of the hallway. He didn't

ll beating, my lungs were still gasping for air. But the Ell

y pulled me out,

black sheep of the Rossi family. But he was standing there, his

" Julian demanded, gra

he other lady,"

in his cheek. He looked at me. His eyes were s

softly, taking my ha

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pital room, the sun was s

the chair. He looked

asked. My voice w

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ng sound. *Shaken up.* I had a

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, the doo

still had dried blood on his forehead. He loo

aid. He took

him. And I felt... nothing. No anger

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