The Billionaire behind the Silver Mask

aring at me for th

. Some recognized me as Victor Hart's daughter. Others simp

, the looks f

arm sheet of paper clutched carefully be

atula

couldn't stop smiling. Out of hundreds of applicants, I'd

le flip. Dad was go

ing ones with crooked windows and trees that looked more like broccoli. Every ti

ign buildings that p

your face," I murmured, folding the letter careful

wallowed what little sunlight remained. A cool wind brushed past me, t

ve the door

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anyway. "The u

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and shoo

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g to get tired of lo

oday,"

offee, hesitated,

ood day,

d past. A delivery rider slowed just long

on myself already? I glanced d

ir

walking toward Hart Holdings. The building came int

ng wasn

a distance, I could see flashing police lights r

Employees gathered in small groups. Some were cryin

eep several angry men from push

d the coffee in my hand

ips. I looked up at the company log

Hol

years building it. He used

he lobby. Someone walked past me holding a fr

fee and hurried forward. No one stopped me or greeted me.

er the world became. Then s

holding a microphone hurried towa

zed me, the rest of the

true Hart Holdings

ow the company was

ruth to the fra

oing to do now that your f

ly everywhere. Camera f

them, comp

at.

r nearest t

ying you knew nothing

ned. "What are yo

ey simply kept thro

to sneak chocolates into my school bag wheneve

oard box. A picture frame slipped out and t

p. A chill ran through me.

use

ase

nother question. Al

la

hat happened?" I asked, forcing a smile that even I didn't

e that stretched between us told me everything. But

ut a little sharper this

twist. "No..." I whispered before sh

ounting department came over. The cheerful acc

. I moved towards him impatientl

..." He paused. "He collapsed du

the coffee slipped from my fingers and the paper bag tore open. The meat pie insi

ear anything. Only one

ollap

rked through fevers and laughed of

Mr Benson looked almost like he want

"St. Gabriel's..." I turned and ran immediately, l

d water soaked through my clothes w

ax

waved frantically

stepped into the road impulsively and a horn

me back. "What are you doing?" a

nything else. "Sorry." The words ca

elderly driver rolled down his window,

spi

d it hurt. "St.

d pushed the passeng

against the windows I clasped my trembli

ase

e get ther

nce. Before the driver could say a word, I

oner hit me immediately, making me shiver but I couldn't care less.

oved too fast. I rushe

shook so badly. "Victo

across her face. "ICU," she said quickly,

steps echoed against

C

. Three men in expensive black suits

ase. Another spoke in a low, measured

hed. "Then there

r. "If the contract isn't signed t

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