luxury she couldn't afford. Every creak of the building, every distan
, her body aching as if s
, purplish bruise was beginning to form on her neck where he had p
vering the evidence of his rage. She wo
sharp shoulders, and a neckline that was all business. Stilettos that
ing for a husband who never came home, accepting silences she should have filled with her own voice. That version of her, the quiet wife who whispered her protest
est room. The apartment
here his shattered mug had b
isn't
o a tight ball without reading the w
the penthouse and
he shift in the atmosphere. The way the junior analysts suddenly found their
he CEO's elegant wife. S
difference. She rode the executive elevator to the 45t
open the
stop
one with the corner view. A cheap, plastic thing that looked j
pe, Associa
tened. She had ne
en the door t
d in trendy but inappropriate sneakers, were propped up on her desk. She was casually fl
solent smile spreading across her face. She didn'
itle dripping with a cloying, fa
dangerously calm, "by getting your feet
t grated on Anabel's nerves. "Oh, I think there's
desk. An internal memo. "CEO's office approved it this morning
e memo. The signature at the bottom was un
etty, insidious act of professional humiliation. An attempt
ise her voice. S
lked around to her side of the desk and pick
ssed tw
n the 45th floor. There's an unauthorized individual in my office who refuses to
e went pale. "You can't do that! I have a
who, for the moment, is still the CEO of this company. His name is on the door. My name is on the
, their presence filling the frame. They looke
e a mask of fury and humiliation. Sh
d under her breath as she passe
n it," Anabel r
lessed quiet of her office. She sank into her chair, t
herself in her work. The Black Knight collection. It was her baby, t
d in her
SS D
ried
SS D
he switched to the system's back-end, pulli
d turned
to her and the head of IT. The entire Black Knight folder, every sketch, every CAD file, ever
arpe's parting words. Th
is was a coordinated heist. They w
rying to st
ing, but rigid with a white-hot, purifying rage. S
rivate line to the CEO's
face the devi
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