y in the back of
y at the murky, gray waters of the East River. Her pulse raced, a
Gigi's Instagram post again. She scro
ulating Gigi. Three of them subtly tagged Cha
focating knot forming in
d Chadwick's private cell phone number. S
ng times. The line f
ice was hushed, clipped, and drip
forced a light, breezy tone. "I have so
board meeting," Chadwick lied immedia
. The dial tone buz
deep, hollow sense of rejection
he opened Instagram one more ti
orary story. It featured a steaming mat
nized the distinctive silver cigar box engraved with the Christensen family crest resting on the corner of the desk. Ri
y. The hairs on her arms stood up. Chadwi
t across from Gigi
o the towering glass facade of th
o her bag. Her hands shook with
herself. She ignored Mitch's
s doors into the bustling corporate lobby. Her
ized the CEO's wife. He hastily stepped
ic VIP card at the restri
isolated in the polished mirrored box.
numbers climb rapidly toward
ftly. The doors slid o
plush, sound-absorbing car
familiar, flirtatious laughter echoi
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