Her Revenge: A Castle from Ashes

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sat wedged between a sleek black Porsche and a silver Tesla, looking like a piece of garbage washed up on a pristine beach. Years ago, I had

it the button for the top floor. When the doors slid open, I pushed throu

and baggy jeans and immediately stood up, raising a hand to stop me. I didn't slow

Jamie appeared, wearing a perfectly tailored Armani suit, he

re for clients vanished instantly. She grabbed my arm, her grip tight, and pu

he firm. She walked straight to a crystal decanter, poured a heavy measure of amber whiskey int

gany table. I reached into my pocket, pulled out the crumpled,

f Kacey standing in the doorway-wearing the silk pajamas, the pink diamond, a

arted between the two pieces of evidence. Her pupils shook. The muscles in

rd and grabbed the receiver of the landline sitting on the conference table

ng the phone to the base. I looked at her, my eyes t

completely steady. "I don't want

red at me. She had known me for fifteen years, but

ed her hands on the table, instantly shifting back into the

ion, two hundred thousand dollars. Paid in full. The company books show we a

ning. "He's embezzling. Or he's laundering m

my code. That is my blood and swea

loser, typed in her password, and pulle

the screen. "To avoid tax liabilities and to present a unified front to the vent

remembered Grayson holding my hands, looking deeply into my eyes, feeding m

ng my eyes and staring her down. "You are the

rd files and dug deep into the firm's encrypted archives, hunting

reen. The soundproof room was dead quiet. The o

dense, suffocating legal jargon beg

from her desk, slid them onto her face, a

pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and

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t me. The predatory excitement g

ing pizza in that crappy garage drafting t