The Billionaire's Secret Affiars

ing a cup of coffee and observing the city outside the window. His cel

ant, Sarah, echoed through the intercom.

ed its tie. "Alrig

t he thought. He had in mind a hard-nosed journalist, but she

the hand. "Thank you for your willi

thaniel." Their handshake was too long, s

ws overlooked Manhattan's financial district, where skyscrapers stood like monuments to ambiti

hint of something else-concern, perhaps, or anticipation. Nathaniel caught

you became New York's youngest billionaire or would you rather start wit

ack. Still, for what he had conside

e chair, "perhaps we might begin with the

simply

more to you than a man who drives and climbs

know that's

n a million-dollar donation just a few weeks ago? With no names mentio

ut inside, his heart quivered. No

aid, choosing his words with grea

she said. "

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another, pushing one other's limits and looking for flaws. She wasn't here by chance, Nathaniel

hat silent act of anonymity that was gradually coming apart

esting morning,"

ned constant. "Indee

ion was going to sta

every move he made. "Managing public perception while maintaining certain sta

acts are a part of the job. However, I would like to know why you are s

hind the empire is not revealed in those tales. Nathaniel, your person

into her eyes. "Well, maybe. Howeve

above the notebook, she responded. "Because let's b

sed, a barely noticeable reaction

isn't just about exposing secrets. It's about understanding why. Why go to

e air as he hesitated. "Sometimes, the act i

ience," she remarked quietly. "But you're aware

oked in a sarcastic tone. "Amelia, y

replied her tone slightly amused. "But

air, studying her. "Then

ollars to a 42nd Street shelter. The real story of the billionaire who allegedly compelle

el's lips. "You think you have

he admitted.

nd shook his head. "You're

. Blackwood, are an enigma," "

ading," in a foreboding tone. "

is," she countered. "You jus

. For a moment, it was as if the world outside had disappeare

ally, his tone carefully neutral. "I

unwavering. "And I have a feeling

know that's

n a million-dollar donation just a few weeks ago? With no names mentio

ut inside, his heart quivered. No

aid, choosing his words with grea

she said. "

ontinued its restless rhythm-traffic moving, people rushing, the complex ma

his coffee cup. A smooth, very nearly imperceptible m