skyline. A black town car whisked her away to a temporary office space they had secured in
ded her a steaming cup of black coffee. Her eyes were already
urce code logs from Sinclair's European competitor. It's the smoking gun. They're dead
Send a secure email to their general counsel. Inform them we have
ulian Sinclair was listening to a report from his cybers
t reflect any signs of joy from victory. Although he always managed to beat that
more than just skilled; their thought processes were unne
room burst open. His executive assistant, Caleb Sh
It came through a triple-e
annoyance at the interruption. He scanned th
ad
the hell did this London lawyer think she was, bypassi
asked, his voic
he's a legend in the London legal scene. Undefeated. And, sir... she h
an's lips. He hated being threatened
k. And tell my team," he added, his eyes glinting, "to find me everything they can on that hac
dn't und
of his ideas were very similar to his own. Some even believed that hacker
ammed his hand on the table. "Conference room C? Th
"Of course he is. It's exactly what I expected.
flying across the keys. Her reply was shorter,
e Crimson Chamber. Pentho
clair Tower conference room dropped twenty degrees. Caleb Shaw held
symbol of discretion, power, and a certain kind of ill
e finally understood. This wasn't about legal strategy. It was a clumsy, patheti
suit jacket. The entire r
e said, his voi
h cut through the downpour, pulling up to the discreet side entrance of The Crimson Chamber. Julian
tching the car arrive. Her heart began to pound, a frantic, wild rhyt
take a slow, deep breath. This is a tran
glasses. From a small vial in her purse, she shook a fine white powder into one of the glasses. It was
hallway outside. A sound she had once lo
deep V-neck of a silk slip dress beneath. It clung to
jet beads, and tied it securely. It covered her eyes and the b
c lock on the
door swu
bright light of the hallway. Six years col
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