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Salome’s POV“So, that’s the prize Jeremiah traveled all this way for?” Clementine asked.I watched the elevator doors slide shut, cutting off my view of Naomi. Her blonde ponytail had a perfect, rhythmic bounce as she walked away. It was the kind of hair that looked expensive. I didn't answer right away. I just stared at the brushed metal of the doors.“She seems nice,” I said, finally turning around. “She seems like she’s with him for the right reasons.”Clementine opened her mouth, ready to snap back, but she caught herself. She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as the lift moved again. “Fine. Maybe she is. But Jeremiah is still trash. The way he flirts with you right in front of everyone is pathetic.”My face went hot. We weren't alone, and Clementine didn't have a volume knob. “Keep it down,” I whispered, my voice sharp. “There is nothing happening between us. He’s my boss. If he wants to date her, that’s his business.”Clementine rolled her eyes so hard I thought they mig
Salome’s POV"Do you think he actually saw us yet?" Clementine asked, her voice tight with a mix of excitement and nerves.I didn’t answer her immediately. I just leaned back against the seat of Aiden’s car and tried to make myself invisible. The leather felt cold against my skin. Outside the window, the highway blurred into a mess of gray and green, but my mind was stuck on the phone call I had ended too soon. I had cut Jeremiah off without a word. Even worse, I hadn’t mentioned that I was driving toward the exact same destination he was.My pulse thrummed in my fingertips. I knew how Jeremiah worked. He valued transparency, and I had just handed him a mystery he didn’t ask for. If he found out I was basically tailing his travel plans, the fallout would be messy."Salome? You okay back there?" Aiden glanced at me through the rearview mirror. He was focused on the road, his hands steady on the wheel. He was young, just a college student trying to do his sister a favor, but his calm de
Jeremiah’s POV“I understand,” Benedict said, her voice barely a whisper as she shrank back into the upholstery of the rear seat.She was smart to hide. The interior of the car felt like a pressure cooker about to blow. Richard tried to break the heavy silence by tossing a few casual comments my way, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of a response. I couldn't. My mind was a storm of static and sharp edges.Salome was gossiping. The thought burned. My assistant, the woman I trusted with the literal keys to my life, was out there peddling rumors about my dating life to the rest of the staff. It was unprofessional. It was a betrayal. It made me look like a fool.I stared out the window, watching the landscape blur into a smear of greens and grays, but all I saw was her face. I reached into my pocket, my fingers trembling with a mix of adrenaline and irritation. I didn't care that Richard and Benedict were sitting right there. This couldn't wait. I tapped her name on the screen and h
Salome’s POV“Aiden, I want you to meet my best friend, Salome,” Clementine said, gesturing toward me with a wide smile. “We are going to use her car for the trip, so behave.”“It is so good to finally meet,” I started to say.Before I could finish the sentence, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. Aiden pulled me into a sudden, tight hug that lifted my heels off the pavement. I let out a surprised laugh, my ribs squeezing under the pressure of his enthusiasm.“Sorry about that,” Aiden said, stepping back and rubbing the back of his neck. He looked at me with bright, eager eyes that made him look like a golden retriever waiting for a ball. “Our whole family is full of huggers. I guess it is in our blood.”I smoothed out my shirt and smiled back at him. I liked his energy already. Having him around would definitely make the long drive more entertaining.“No worries at all,” I replied. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keychain, dangling it in front of him. “Since you are t
Salome’s POV“So, you’re just going to pretend I’m not standing here?” I asked, my voice echoing slightly in the quiet of Arthur’s living room.Jeremiah didn't look up immediately. He sat on the edge of the sofa, his posture perfect, looking every bit the man who ran half the city. He didn't acknowledge the bite in my tone. Instead, he just nodded toward me once, a gesture so brief it felt like a dismissal.I shifted my weight, suddenly very aware of the thin white shirt I was wearing. I hadn't bothered with a bra before running over here, and under his cold, analytical gaze, I felt exposed. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, trying to hide my discomfort behind a wall of fake professionalism.“Good evening, Mr. President,” I added.I leaned into the title, hoping the formality would irritate him as much as his silence was irritating me. It didn't work. His eyebrows twitched upward, but he went right back to the book in his lap.The heat of genuine anger started to prickle at my
Salome’s POV“You’re right, this whole trip to Luceland would be a total waste of time if we don’t have a specific target,” I said, letting my shoulders drop as the reality sank in.Clementine didn’t answer right away. She tapped a finger against her bottom lip, her eyes darting back and forth while she worked through a thought. Suddenly, her face lit up. That familiar spark of mischief and brilliance took over her expression.My heart gave a little hopeful kick in my chest. I knew that expression. “You’ve got something. I can see it on your face.”She pulled her shoulders back and gave me a smug, satisfied grin. She held the silence for a second, clearly enjoying the suspense she was building.I stepped closer and grabbed her hands in mine, giving them a small squeeze. “Don't do this to me, Clementine. Just say it.”“We don’t look for it ourselves,” she said, her voice full of confidence. “We trick Portia into telling us exactly where the body is. Or better yet, we get her to lead us
Clementine’s POV"What is wrong with your leg?" Benedict asked as soon as we got Jeremiah onto the mattress.I smoothed my pants over my knee and avoided his gaze. "I just took a tumble earlier. It is fine. I will put some ice on it in my room."He stood there with his
Salome’s POV“We are looking at nine ghosts on this list who still collect a paycheck,” I said.Benedict leaned over my shoulder to stare at the screen. He let out a low, sharp whistle. “If this has been going on for a decade, then we are talking about a mass
Salome’s POV“You should be careful, or you might actually go blind,” Jeremiah said.I snapped my head away from the morning sun, blinking back the sudden spots in my vision. My heart was hammering against my ribs. I hadn't heard him walk up behind me. The air arou
Salome’s POV"You should stay away from the water for now," I said.Rita didn't stumble. She didn't weave or trip over her own feet. She walked in a perfectly straight line toward the center of the hotel room. Her heels hit the floor with a steady, rhythmic click. She looked i







