say anything, just stared down at her as if she were a pa
tle shove; it was a dismissive, forceful
uit jacket where she had touched
the name `Cyrus Montgomery`. A muscle in Damian's jaw j
before I hang up and have my legal tea
ruel smile touching his lip
ned back to his assistant
rectly in his path to the VIP office. He was a wa
f my way,"
had just overheard. "And based on the look on your face, you're also dealing with a board that's trying to force your hand. You need a
icker of genuine interest. He took a half-step closer, his s
d a marriage certificate to execute a clause in a trust fund. It's a simple, private matter. I can be your perfect shield. A wife in name
et of intense silence around them. He was studying her, his mind v
hat could be used and then easily discarded. It was a m
spread across his lips.
," he
ward the VIP registration window. "
f hundred-dollar bills discreetly changin
em frigid. It felt less like a wedding and mo
purse. Her hand was perfectl
the name softly, tasting it, a flicker of some
Damian's intense gaze, practically t
me with a few sharp, angry strokes. He slid the pen and the do
ed up the pen, its metal still warm
ammed the official seal onto it with a l
into his inner jacket pocket. He stood up and look
o me now, Iso
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