Alex, in turn, was efficient in opening his jacket and taking an envelope from the inside pocket. He placed it on his boss's desk, then began to speak:- "Since you were approached in the elevator, I've been thinking about possible connections between you and Volkov."- "And what did you discover?" Ethan asked, never showing emotion in his tone of voice.- "Before moving to Las Vegas, Blair Collins worked as an assistant to Inspector Valardes in the New York Police Department"Banks tore the seal off the envelope and opened it. By now his patience was at an end, not that he had much left after Carter. Ethan pulled out a few photographs, all of them of Blair. Blair at lunch with her old boss. Blair at the police department. Other pictures were of Blair on Malibu Island, in Ethan's office.- "That's not in her records," he rambled.- "It was purposely deleted"And as Ethan analyzed the photos one by one, he didn't even wonder how Alex had access to them. Because sometimes, not knowing w
- "Does this conversation have a purpose? Because I am, in fact, hurt by my lying girlfriend. But we can talk about it over dinner, without an intermediary" he was sarcastic in his speech. And if it wasn't Ethan speaking, anyone could swear that his tone was playful.- "You know what I'm trying to do, Banks. We don't have to let this story get out of here."From a distance, Colton watched his boss and Banks talk. He couldn't hear, as he wasn't close enough, but he could see Ethan's expression, or lack thereof. The agent wasn't happy with this conversation. He was politically correct, and he liked to do things the way they were supposed to be done. This meeting in an abandoned warehouse, with no signs of security, didn't meet his standards.- "Don't worry, Spencer. You still don't have my attention," Ethan assured.- "What does that mean?"- "That I will not take your mistake into consideration"None of the men in that shed would be able to tell if Ethan was telling the truth or not. H
- "Hello, Carter. It's good to see you," Jean replied, but Blair remained silent. Not because she wasn't nice, but because she didn't know what to expect from that conversation.- "Ethan has been out of the country for the past few days," Carter commented nonchalantly, but the redhead knew he was trying to say as much as he could in front of Jean.- "I understand," she said.- "But he's back today, and I think he wants to talk to you," he prompted.Blair wasn't drinking from the glass of water on her desk, or she would have spit it all out on the linen tablecloth. The pessimistic part of her believed that Ethan had found out the truth the hard way. And it was that part that took over her body, so much so that she couldn't even respond.- "He can join us," Jean suggested, even though he realized that something wasn't going well in that little dialogue.- "Who knows," Carter muttered, then smiled and pushed away from the table.Jean was a smart man. He knew his daughter was involved wit
- "Well, I'll wait for you in the Bentley," Jean murmured, and Blair could only nod in agreement.Christopher led the way to the set of elevators to the east of the ballroom. And as she followed him, the redhead searched for a solution to rid herself of that feeling of loss ingrained in her mind, but she couldn't. How could she not have lost everything she had with Ethan, when the end was written in his every action?Blair tried to push the bitter thoughts out of her head as she stepped into the elevator and, with Ethan's employee, walked down to the parking lot. She knew she didn't have much time to sort things out, but she hoped she would have just one more day.They both got off at the ground floor in silence. The redhead walked behind Christopher, keeping a few steps away in case he changed his mind and decided to run back to the elevator.There were three cars in the large parking lot; two sports cars side by side in the far spaces, and a black SUV. And from the way the SUV was c
- "Ethan, I didn't have a choice," Blair snapped as soon as he finished speaking.Banks discovered who Blair really was, the lies she told and the truths she kept from telling. But in the process, she also discovered who Ethan was. And worse, what he did.- "You didn't have a choice? I had to give up an entire life and take on shit that wasn't mine, and you were the one who didn't have a choice?"- "I didn't know!" Blair cried, and at that moment it was impossible to stop the tears from rolling down her red face.Faced with the woman's emotion, Ethan was unmoved. He couldn't believe her, her reasons, her excuses. The only thing Ethan could guarantee was that Blair worked for the police.- "I didn't know," she repeated, this time in a whispered tone.Blair wanted to tell him the whole truth. She wanted to tell him that she helped Spencer because she could relate to his story. She wanted to tell him that she was too in love to just give him up on a silver platter. She wanted to tell him
The guys in the pit stop are running towards my car. I can't hear them, but I know they're screaming like crazy. And I also know that the guys who came in second and third are very angry. On the track, being behind the best is like being the worst. Believe me, the only place that matters on the podium is the top.The sports car stops meters ahead of the finish line and, at that moment, euphoria hits me. Now I can feel the adrenaline in my veins. I can assure you that the feeling of a victory is always the same, it never changes or becomes common. It is always as if I were a god, and that has really boosted my ego.When I get out of the car, my team bombards me with jumping and screaming. I could jump with them, but my legs are still shaking. This is the only moment in life that makes me feel good, that makes me like who I am.- "Fuck, that was amazing!" Will screams.All I see around me are camera shots, people jumping in the stands, some drivers parking in their cockpits. All I hear
Blair got out of the car in one swift movement, without even looking at her father. She ignored any attempts to say goodbye and headed toward the building, the weight of an exhausting day stamped on every dragging step she took.The doors to the building closed behind her, and the silence of the hall enveloped her for a moment. Stepping into the elevator, she let out a weary sigh, taking off her high-heeled shoes that felt like they weighed tons and leaving them on the floor beside her.Finally feeling a little freer, she unbuttoned the first few buttons of her dress, allowing the cool air to soothe her hot, tired skin. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to gather the strength to climb the rest of the way.“Ethan…” she sighed.Blair picked up her phone with trembling hands and, without hesitation, looked up Spencer's contact information. She pressed the call button, but the call did not even beep once before it dropped.She stared at the blank screen for a few seconds, feel
One after another, the tears became a steady stream, growing more intense, until the first sobs escaped, shaking her shoulders uncontrollably.She opened her mouth to try to speak, but it was as if the words had become trapped somewhere between her throat and her chest, crushed by the weight of guilt and fear. Sobs choked her voice, breaking it into inaudible fragments as she desperately searched for a way to explain, to justify everything she had done.But nothing came out but small, broken sounds, her breathing ragged as her pleading eyes searched for some reaction from Drake, something that could soothe the storm of emotions raging inside her.Blair felt her face wet and the tears continued, relentless, making every attempt to speak a failure. She knew she needed to say something, or at least ease the hurt she saw in his eyes. But regret, sadness, and despair were all mixed together in such a mess that words seemed impossible to form."Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible,