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or and smoothed a hand over my skirt, forc

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as they landed on me. She had the kind of face that made you want to trus

for me to sit. "I'm glad you could come in today. I

thumped p

elf into the chair across from

adjusted her glasses. "Not wron

nt a shiver

aight in the eye. "The results came back from the audit the

y. I gripped the edge o

used for your IVF procedure. The father of

throat like a jagged stone. "What do you mean? I I pick

fault, Elara. There was an error... an administrative oversight during that wee

down my back. "Someo

desk toward me. "The father's identity is... not confidential in this case

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touch had haunted me for years. Th

the father

snapped the folder shut and s

mistake," I stammered.

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ame rushing back dark whiskey, whispered words, a hotel room bathed in golden

no

know?"

that can stay hidden. He's a very high-profile client. When the aud

drained fr

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oftened with sympathy. "I u

of her office, clutching my handbag

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chest. My little boy, Liam, was at daycare right now, probably coloring or buil

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me to think

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und protecting Liam. Keeping

man with enough influence to bend entire markets to his will

would

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ay violently. No. I wo

or the first time: no one would ever h

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coffee table. I snatched it up, desperate for a

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replied, his tone low and d

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ke a vise. He knew

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the line

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'd changed my outfit three times before finally settling on something neutral: a cream blouse,

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it to find a man in a black

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escort you

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a towering glass building, I felt my s

n shaky legs, tilting my head back to take in

old, sleek and intimidating. The ai

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silhouetted against the city lights. He turned slowly

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e, each step measu

aze flicking over me like a search

burst out. "I didn'

cuss your excuses later. For now, let's

. "What do

a cold smile. "You'

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opened, but no sound came out. All I could do wa

y managed, my voic

Elara. I'm not asking. I'm telling you. We're

in years, I felt the gr