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"Do you want me to work as an undercover agent or something?"- "No. We're not the FBI. It just so happens that a billionaire has come up on our list of suspects, his name is George Banks."Spencer opened the top drawer of his desk and took out a folder. He opened it and took out the first photo from the stack, holding the paper out for Blair to see. It was a printed image of a well-kept man in his early sixties, well-dressed and accompanied by an elegant woman.- "I've been investigating this man for years, but his record is cleaner than distilled water. The Banks family is above suspicion," he continued.- "Then why do you keep investigating?"- "My intuition never fails. I know something is wrong. But the CIA never wanted to get involved in the investigation, because if we're wrong, this family will be against us," Spencer commented, looking wistfully at the photo.- "I need to understand better."- "I don't want you to be an undercover spy, Blair. I just want you to attend events
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- "Is a pleasure"- "Equally"- "Jean, let's let you have your moment. We'll be back in five minutes" Drake said, already holding Blair's hand and guiding her to a less applauded corner of the room.He knew, better than anyone else, that this was all an emotional trigger for Blair. Seeing her father treated with so much tenderness, when only she knew his past, was exhausting. As if they were both wearing masks, and not just as accessories.Blair and Drake had lived together for several years, ever since they met in Philadelphia. Since then, they have lived in several states, always running away from old problems or finding new ones. One way or another, they were always together.- "You'll be fine?" Drake asked.He wanted to have a moment of privacy, but he knew it would be almost impossible. Many people looked at them discreetly, admiring the couple's incredible beauty. If everyone didn't know that Deana was the protagonist of the film, they would certainly say that Blair was.- "Yes,
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However, by a mischievous twist of fate, she saw the man leave the room and walk with long steps to the elevator. He was a very tall man, with a strong physique and broad shoulders. His tuxedo looked perfectly aligned, except for the three buttons undone.And, contrary to what she expected, he had time to reach out and stop the steel doors from closing. Then nervousness embraced her again.The first thing she smelled was the man's perfume. It was as if his sense of smell was developed just for that aroma. Strong, masculine and addictive. It wasn't just the scent; that sensuality could not be found in a glass bottle. Much of the attraction that scent spread was the man's persona, itself.She didn't see her face covered by the gray mask, but she felt it on her skin as if it was emanating fire. The man was tall and strong, every part of his body strategically filled out his black tuxedo.The mask above the shaped lips, the perfectly aligned nose and the marked jaw brought mystery to the
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It was a rainy Saturday in all of Las Vegas and, in the backseat of the car, Blair analyzed the landscape that unfolded through the window. Her thoughts were scattered, traveling through the not-so-recent past.- "The night was crazy" Drake commented.He was wearing sunglasses to hide the dark circles under his eyes after spending much of the night drinking with his friend. After the event, they went back to their apartment and opened some bottles of good wine.- "Of course" Blair agreed, immediately remembering the encounter with a certain knight in the elevator.She still wasn't able to believe that that man had seduced her to the point of making advances on him. What comforted her was the idea that they wouldn't see each other again, as most of the people present at the previous night's event lived in Los Angeles, not Vegas.- "I'll never drink again" Drake snuggled in the backseat of the Bentley as he murmured, happy for the treats that Blair's father offered them. In fact, the en
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In the background, female voices shouting and applauding were still heard loudly.- "Ethan Banks" the host repeated, holding out his hands to emphasize his guest, and then the audience burst into hysterical screams again.At that moment, Blair's world stopped spinning and she fell out of orbit. Out of all the people at the party, all the men, all the faces, she had found Ethan Banks, the name on Spencer's blacklist. She didn't know how to react, and seemed to forget to breathe as well. This wasn't just a possible criminal being investigated, but rather the most attractive man her eyes had the pleasure of seeing.- "Well, I could start off easy. But you know these girls, they want to know if you're available" the presenter joked, and the shadow of an insincere smile crossed Ethan's face.-"That can be discussed" was his response.The man's voice was like a breath of life into Blair, even not in person. Serious and hoarse, that was the definition of a sound that seemed more like thunder
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The redhead paid attention to every second of the interview. She was enchanted by the control Ethan carried. He behaved as if he were above everyone. No one would be able to tame him. His rigid stance didn't allow for accessibility and, to his own detriment, Blair found herself drawn in. However, deep down, the woman told herself that she was just collecting important information for the investigation.- "What do you think of him?" she asked her friend, who was already lying on the couch as if he was going to spend the rest of the night there.- "Everyone wants to be him and everyone wants to be his" the cliché touch in the answer was intentional.- "Is this bad?" she thought about it.-"No really. He's the type who would make a perfect match with you, if he weren't such a womanizer" despite the comment being an unrealistic hypothesis, Blair thought about it.The woman was definitely not the type who dreamed of love and charming princes. All the struggles she faced taught her to belie
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She turned so he could see the entire dress. However, when it comes to Blair Collins, any outfit would make her look good. It was an understandable cause for envy that the redhead looked beautiful on any occasion.- "You look very beautiful, not that it's anything new"She applied one last coat of vivid red lipstick before heading out. It was undeniable that that was her color, as she decorated her hair in such a way as to channel any and all attention.*The city lights of Los Angeles were what illuminated the world in times of darkness. The future was in skyscrapers and their grandeur. Every building located on the outskirts of the city that never slept had a purpose; show your power.The Roosevelt Hotel was an interesting setting. With its white facade and large rounded supporting pillars, the building had a modern look. Its interior was no different, featuring elegance in abundance. The chandeliers in various rooms, the pure marble floors and the superior suites with indoor pools
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Home to the most acclaimed films in the world of cinema, the city of angels was more an environment for pretense and acting than for pleasure. The places, however luxurious and elegant, did not exude money like Vegas. And nor should they. For Los Angeles, the legacy of Hollywood was enough.The events were also a suitable moment to reaffirm ties of influence and show the world that, beyond money, the guests had connections. It was a confidential agreement among American stars: to be on top and help those who were on top to stay on top.In the back of the limousine, Jean, Drake and Blair waited outside the Roosevelt. One of the most famous hotels among red carpet stars. Initially, it was just going to be a dinner for the cast that made up the film, but it ended up becoming the reason for a small crowd of photographers.- "You're quite famous" Drake smiled at Jean.- "It seems so" the older man looked outside, seeing all those people idolizing his name.In contrast to her happiness, Bla
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There’s a pause, and in the silence I feel the weight of everything he’s not saying. The desperation of searching for someone the whole world said was lost. The crushing hope, followed by the crumbling, each time he thought he’d found me only to discover it was someone else. The pain of living between belief and resignation, over and over again.His fingers, still hovering in the air, finally move. They touch my face, light and hesitant, as if he fears I might disappear at any moment. The touch is warm, but his fingers tremble, and it breaks something inside me.He's trying to be strong, but he can't hide the vulnerability that pulsates beneath the surface."It's you now," he says, and the certainty in his voice is almost palpable. As if, after so long, he can finally breathe.He smiles, but the smile isn’t what I remember. It’s not confident or charming. It’s small, fragile, and so full of sadness that it stings my eyes.There's something devastating about seeing him like this. That
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My head moves slowly, against my will, as if an invisible thread were pulling me towards him. I don't want to look. I don't want to see. But fear and curiosity push me towards the inevitable realization that he is there, real, so close that even the air seems charged with his presence.My gaze first drops to the floor, to his shoes. A pair of casual sneakers, simple but they bring back memories that refuse to stay buried. Then my eyes move up to his legs. Black jeans, fitted, worn at the knees as if they’ve survived more than just time.My heart races, but I keep going. I glance down at his torso, noticing the dark sweater he’s wearing, elegant but in a casual way that only Ethan can pull off. He never had to try so hard to look… dangerous and attractive at the same time. He just was.It takes me longer than it should to look up at his face. As if my subconscious knew that this would be the point of no return. When I finally allow myself to look, I feel my heart almost stop.His beard
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BLAIR'S POVI walk quickly through the parking lot of the building, rummaging through my bag for my car keys. The dim light from the overhead lights creates shadows that dance on the floor, but my attention is completely focused on finding the keychain.If the traffic is okay today (a miracle, considering the time of day) I can still make it to school in time to pick up Miguel and take him home. He hates it when I'm late, and he doesn't spare me the frustrated look, but maybe I can make up for it with a pizza for dinner. That usually works.Finally, my fingers touch the cold metal of the key, and a relieved sigh escapes my lips. I continue walking, my thoughts already moving on to what Miguel might choose as a topping for the pizza this time… pepperoni, perhaps?But as I turn the corner where my car is parked, something makes the world around me slow down.There’s my car, exactly where it should be. But next to it, taking up my parking space, is a black SUV that immediately catches my
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"You were out of your mind that night." He looks at me now, his gaze a mixture of anger and pity. "And that's what happened. It was your car that hit her, Banks."The revelation hits me like a punch to the chest. “What?” I repeat, louder this time, my disbelief boiling over. “My car? Carter, my car?!” My voice rises, wavering between anger and desperation.“She would never feel safe with you again,” he says, his words cutting like knives. “After this, how could she?”My breathing quickens, and for a moment I feel like the world around me is falling apart. The air seems to escape my lungs, my mind in absolute chaos. Carter takes a step back, but I follow him, staring at him as if he’s the only thing still solid in my reality."What the fuck are you saying, Carter? My car…?" My voice breaks, begging for an answer I don't want to hear.I fall to my knees on the sidewalk, as if my legs can no longer support the weight of this revelation. My fingers tangle in my hair, pulling hard, as if t
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When I finally stop, my body is panting, my hands shaking from the impact. I look at Carter, who is on the ground, his face swollen and blood dripping from his lips.He doesn't move.He doesn't say anything.He just stands there, staring at me with a look of sadness, of regret.“I… I knew it,” he says, his voice weak.I don’t answer, I have no words. The anger that consumed me before fades, and in its place comes a deep emptiness, as if the world has lost all meaning. I stand, looking at Carter on the floor. Each breath feels harder, heavier.What do I do now?I feel my body weaken. My legs shake, and the pain in my hand from punching so much spreads through my body. I try to breathe, but the pressure in my chest won't go away. And the only thought that runs through my mind is the emptiness of knowing that Blair is still alive, and I don't know what to do with that.I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.Carter struggles to his feet, running a hand over his jaw with a paine
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I saw Blair. Or at least, I think I did. My mind no longer knows how to distinguish what is real from what is not. And while I stand there, lost in my own memories and hallucinations, Carter remains silent, his gaze fixed on me, unable to find words that could bring back what is already lost.He knows what's going on, but he doesn't know how to deal with it.He lowers his head, as if the very idea of saying the words is an unbearable weight. His voice is low, barely audible, but still, it seems to cut through the air between us, making everything around us disappear. "She's alive," he says, so quietly that for a moment I wonder if it's me, in my shattered sanity, who's imagining it all."What?" My voice is hoarse, a reflection of the disbelief that begins to take hold of me.He doesn't look at me, his eyes fixed on the floor, as if the words that just left his mouth were a condemnation. "You're not crazy, brother," he says with the same seriousness, but with a tone of regret. "Blair i
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The valet hesitates, looking at the now-gone car, and shakes his head, clearly confused. "I... I'm not sure. No one important, sir."Nobody important?“No,” I breathe deeply, trying to control the rising panic. “No, I know what I saw. She was important.” The emptiness of the street around me seems to grow, to swallow me. I no longer know if I’m speaking to him or to myself."Ethan!" Carter is behind me now, his voice full of concern and something else. He reaches out to me, taking my arm. "What are you doing? What's going on?"I look at him, my face tense, anger and fear mixed together. "She was here. She was here," I hiss, unsure if he'll understand the depth of what I'm saying."Who?" Carter asks, his voice low, full of confusion and concern.He cups my face in his hands, as if trying to check if I'm feverish, if my mind is somewhere far away. His fingers press against my skin, but I barely feel them."Blair," I whisper, almost as if my voice is a distant memory, an attempt to captu
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She finishes the glass in a single gulp, her gaze fixed on the horizon, as if she were losing herself in the lights of the city below. I follow her, drinking in her image, still immersed in my own thoughts."Good wines are not wasted," she murmurs with a seductive smile, her red lips almost provocative. The flirtation is clear, and for a moment, I find myself contemplating whether this is what I really want. But soon the answer comes silently: I am no longer the man who fell for this kind of game.When was the last time I was with a woman? The question resurfaces in my mind, and I know the answer. I know Blair was the last. There has never been another after her, despite the attempts, the distractions. No woman has been able to replace the space she left, not even for a moment. It grips me, swallows me, in a way I don't know how to escape."It's not wasted," I confirm, more to myself than to her. The sound of my own voice seems distant.The blonde steps forward, her plunging neckline
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“I’m developing a new sparkling wine brand,” says Cortez, a big-time alcoholic entrepreneur, in a tone of voice so enthusiastic that I almost feel guilty for not showing the slightest interest. “You know, I’m not new to the business. I thought we could do a campaign together. Something big.”I feign interest, crossing my arms and smiling, even though my mind has already begun to wander away from the conversation. “What were you thinking about?” I ask, my tone calculated with curiosity, so as not to seem disinterested.“Something you could incorporate into racing, you know?” Cortez continues, his voice growing even more animated. “Like, throwing champagne in the air when you win a race. That classic gesture, but with our own brand.” He smiles, pleased with the idea, as if he’s offering me a golden opportunity.I watch him intently for a few seconds, but soon I start to let his words fade into the background of my mind. He keeps babbling, but his words are like distant noises now. I'm n
