Elena's POVGlass after glass of red wine went down my throat. If I hadn't taken a high-strength sober-up dose in advance, I'd have been out cold in that lavish ballroom by now.I faked unsteady steps, let my body tip sideways out of control.Matthews's fat, greasy hands caught my waist at once, half-dragging, half-carrying me into the top-floor presidential suite.Click. The lock turned.I leaned against the wall, eyes lowered, but my fingers calmly flipped the switches on the hidden camera and recorder in my clutch.Everything Matthews had, he owed to his wife's family.If I recorded proof of him trying to assault me tonight, I could drop the video straight in front of his wife's family.It would force him to pay the sky-high endorsement fee in full, and tear up the contract like a good boy, with his reputation in ruins."Matthews…" I slurred, playing drunk, baiting him. "My head's spinning. Did you put something in that last glass?"Matthews yanked his tie loose, grinning, lewd and
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