rtains shut, blocking out
r hoodie and pulled out a worn photograph. It wa
tring of faded numbers was writ
in her head with her grandmother's birth date, the date
ing
against her temple. A sharp
al police report said her mother died i
ewood box back into the cardboar
the lights of Manhattan
windows of the Sterling Building's top floor. He wore a
line in front of his massive mahogany
in his right hand. He flipped the lid
choed in the dead sik and tossed it forward. It hit the floor
he acquisition," Axel said. His voice was low, carry
ng, the mar
cutting the man off
papers. They rushed out of the double do
. Caleb Stone, Axel's chief assist
handing Axel a single sheet of paper. "The il
"I do not care about the Be
to Eleanor Montgomery
. He slowly turned his head to look a
ned the text. A smirk touc
ed on the desk. It was the secur
d it up.
embled. "Lady Sterling has collapsed
, slamming into the floor-to-ceiling window with a muffled thud. The custom silve
If her heart stops, I will bury y
rode toward the private ele
e world," Axel said as the eleva
al degradation is The Surgeon," Caleb said. "We cann
ors. His jaw clenched so haeb apart," Axel
straight to the armored black Maybach. He got in, and th
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