Too Late, Mr. Johnston: She Is Gone

screamed in protest, every muscle aching as if she had run

to stay, but she refused. Staying meant waiting f

s flew across the keys, bypassing the hospital's firewa

he screen: ACCOUNT FROZE

e was thorough. He had locked down eve

phone and dialed a number she had memorize

he said into the receiver. "Standard div

She was wearing a thick sweater to hide how much weight she had

k desk, signing documents. He d

ked. "Run out of mone

k and slapped a manila

it," s

ooked at the folder. He flipped it open

was a dry, hu

around the desk, closing the distance between them. He

at his tie knot because she couldn't bear to look

orcing her to look up. Hi

? You begged to marry me, remembe

ou to let me g

e walked back to a filing cabinet and pulled out a thick do

ment, Kara. Specifically, th

st the desk, cr

he fifty million dollar br

down, his gaze ling

a son to replace the reputa

n her throat. The cru

whispered. "I just lo

y. "You got rid of a problem. Do

no negotiating with him. He didn't see her as a hu

ompany to the ground with three keystrokes. But she stopped. Any move she made as The Ghost would be traced back to the manor's network.

he door inte

ant, poked his head in.

ine one. They're asking about

break eye con

he said calmly. "Until my wife lea

r face. Her leverage was gone. If

ce papers, then at Davi

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Now get out