A Night With The Ruthless Billionaire

tly. Her grip is weak, but there's urgency in he

ears well in her eyes. "But not now." Her voice cracks, and she begins to cry,

g her into this mess. She's not strong enough to handle this, not with her

"It's okay, you don't have to talk about

Yes... the police," she murmu

hat could she possibly know about the Cardwells that would

...

ightly as we approach the front desk. I'm shaking, terrified of what's t

xpression is indifferent, his posture too relaxed for the gravity

l weakness. "We'd like to report a crime," she says, her ha

k and nodding slowly. "Alright," he says, in a calm tone. "

cent lights overhead hum softly, casting a hard glow on the walls. I sit down

says, looking a

ork," I begin, my voice shaking. "I was cleaning a suite, and this man came in. He was drunk

down notes. "Do you know

s the moment everything could change. "

eyes flick up to meet mine. " The Cardwell

g myself for

hout a word, he stands and walk out of

on and worry. "What's going on?" I ask, but she s

s face is blank, his eyes avoiding mine. "I spoke with my superiors," he says, hi

o? "What do you mean?" I whisper, my v

hat same rehearsed tone, as if he's said it a thousand times. "But the Cardwells are

el the room closing in on me, as I struggle to breath. "You're s

- it's all too much. My breath hitches, and before I know it, I'm sobbing, m

ly, glancing at the door. "It'

y tears. "Not that simple? You're ju

s is a crime!" she snaps, her voice trembling wi

heavy in the small room. "I'm sorry," h

my arm. "Come on, Mom," I mutter, pulling her

on't want to hear anything else from that man. It's

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of what it once was. The Cardwells have so much power, they can bury the truth without a

and helplessness. "Emma, I'm so sorry..." she w

it all presses down on me, suffocating, as I lead her toward

the noise of the city feeling distant, almost unreal. My