The Billionaire's Sweet Secret Spy

4... A

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into her spa-like bathroom and enjoyed a hot water bath. After that

landed and she was going to do just that. After all, Rhea wan

lled along the pedestrian slowly, making sure to keep in mind her way home. It wa

an empty seat by the glass window and she sat there. From there she could see the roads clearly as she relaxed.

ung lady approached her tab

Amber nodded with a faint smile, watchi

duced herself. "I'm sorry to inconvenie

It's okay. I'm Amber, n

r problem?" Amber as

aintly and sh

lay low for a few minutes.

H

ll shrug. "I came out with someone else,

under

silence. She had been cheating on her boyfrien

der. She politely requested for it to be packa

lady. Everything about her screamed trouble and that

and coffee. A few moments later, he returned and handed t

to Lara w

leave now,

a black card from her pur

to me, thank

a look at

it read in block letters. S

gain," Lara cal

,' Amber thoug

anged into her pajamas, took her cake and

er hot coffee. Not much was on her mind, just how

ea and her mu

nd crashed into the bed. She did not want to be late to work on her 'first day'. A

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ing up and so was she. The only source of light in the dim

ed before turning on the bedside la

she was out of her 'very comfortable' apartment fifty five minutes later. She

panies, for the last thirty years, according to her research a few nights ago, had held the coveted title of Chicago's bigg

other person in the business world at his fingertips. According to them, he made the r

hirt and the grey colored, pencil, knee-length skirt she would be wearing. She grabbed her

s the street. Amber covered the distance in a short w

un with the back of her palm as she read the words tha

VIA

bridge of her nose, Amber summoned up her remaining courag

receptionist's table. Behind the solid wooden table, a perfectly dressed blonde

g one of her own signature smile