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CHAPTER 9

Leonel was trying to straighten his shirt collar. The least he could do was rip off his tie and toss it aside in severe discomfort.

His passenger at the wheel was dividing his gaze between the road and the center rearview mirror, inspecting his boss, who didn't exactly look good back there in the seat.

Leonel pulled out his cell phone, typed possessed, and placed the device to his ear.

"Stop what you're doing, we need to talk right now!" He fumbled and as with the tie, tossed his cell phone aside on the seat.

"Sir, are you ok?"

"Just drive to the office," he barked softly, his voice choked. Vos immediately regretted speaking to him like that.

The owner of that luxurious vehicle was breathing heavily and couldn't get the image of a smiling—almost crying—Sofia Sullivan out of his head, piercing his soul as he never thought it would happen. It pained him to no end to have treated her in such a cold way, but he couldn't do otherwise.

«Where would she be living? I don't think she's
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