air. Baylie was sitting at a small table at the outdoor café adjacent to the building, a pristine white Chanel
opposite her and sat down.
didn't reach her eyes. She slid a check across ther. "Dion is so worried about you. He just wants this all to go away. Just take the
even glance
low and cutting. "You're using dual contracts to launder
froze. A flicker of genuine
ng forward slightly, "I will personally make an anonymous call to the IRS.
the pavement. In her haste, she knocked her knee against
ury, darted past Ciel
liar black Maybach was
i
ed Baylie's eyes. Her entire dem
uddenly became a high-pitched, desperate wail. "Please
sudden act that she instinc
ll Bayli
tage fall. As she went down, her hand swept across
spilled latte. Her hand, by a stroke of calculated ge
omed on the back of he
out of the car before it had even ful
crying. He saw the broken cup
sending her stumbling backward. The force
h panic. "Baylie! Oh my god, are you hurt?" He gently cra
with theatrical sobs. "It's okay, Dion," she ch
were the most potent accusation possible
locking on Ciel with a look of such p
bling with fury. "A vicious, sick woman. To
before her-the powerful CEO cradling the weeping damsel-and a strange, h
the point? He wouldn't believe her. In his story, s
e of them her own colleagues from the office
ares without flinching. Her gaze was
d directl
d of all emotion. "I wish you two a lifet
the gawking crowd, and walked back towar
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