Billionaire's Fake Savior: Unmasking The Truth
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s approached
s with a heavyweight. His eyes were clearer than they ha
Kenan asked. His
tablet. "A bio-threat protocol you designed. It sealed the unit but blocke
ced. "I remember... noise. Th
meone. He remembered a voice, sharp and commanding. Look at me. A
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cus stiffened.
He dropped the hair. His face harde
hing down his neck. If word got out that he had a brea
rcus said. He tu
loop from last night was static. The storm in Kenan's brain had interfered with the local elect
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vator. As he turned the
ce elevator. She was holding a trash bag, but she was
ge empty bottles to return for the deposi
y, it probably wasn't her. The woman Kenan described sounded competent, calm. This girl looked like a scavenger. But right now, he did
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the bag. Glass clinked. "I..
e loomed over her. "You we
't a qu
nsive suit. She saw the serious expression. She k
ance," Marcus said, his voice devoid of emotion. H
a digital Non-Disclosure Agreement
at the number
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was more money than she
It makes the problem go away. For both of us.
here. But she looked at the money. She looked at Mar
fired for stealing bot
trembling finger. She
transferred. If you approach Mr. Cervantes, or the p
ffany squeake
blem solved. A cheap, convenient l
wer. He scrubbed his skin, trying to remember. The tactile memory
ed him: Handled.
ho saw a rich man vulnerable. The peace he had felt was pro
wel around his waist. He looked in the mirror. The man