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2021-05-17 22:08:01It would be two days later before Fabian finally emerged from his room. He hadn’t planned on stepping out of his man cave so soon, but a surprise invitation to attend an exclusive preview of ‘The Millennia’ changed his mind. ‘The Millennia’ was his former partner’s promotional launch of the soon to be rival product of VX2.
A part of Fabian was furious, and yet another part of him was confused. How on earth did Liam come up with his own version so fast? The man had hardly left Virtuex for less than a year and he was already launching a product of his own? Not to mention a product that he claimed to be on par with the VX2? As far as Fabian could remember, the son of a bitch never set foot in the design meetings during the initial stages of VX2 and had practically zero knowledge of its design; so how on earth did he manage to make one on his own?
Granted, the man was smart, but Fabian had been friends with Liam long enough to know of his limitations. Unless he somehow m
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Amber was not okay.As she stepped aboard the brightly lit superyacht, worry consumed her thoughts, blinding her from the flurry of activities that were going about on the floating vehicle.What the heck is Liam Smith thinking of? Why is he throwing a launch party when he doesn’t even have the blueprint? She hadn’t even gotten her hands on the safe yet. Didn’t he know that? With Fabian around the house the past few days, she barely had time to try out the different combinations on the lock, let alone contact Anson!Damnit!But she had a feeling the shrewd man had something up his sleeve.“Amber!” a raspy voice called out from the yacht, bringing her attention back to her surroundings.Amber looked up at the open balconies above her and caught sight of two beautiful women - they were Lola and Bree and they were waving at her happily.She waved back before taking a p
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“Come with me,” a voice hissed into her ear from behind, sending shivers down her spine. Liam. She knew it was him without even turning her head as he grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her into the corridors of the yacht. Like a fool, she allowed him to drag her, even though every pore of her body screamed for her to run for her life. But she couldn’t, and like a slave, she went with him – all the way to a deserted VIP suite at the far end of the yacht. “Amber my dear,” Liam smiled slyly as he closed the door behind them, finally letting go of her wrist. It hurt where he had grabbed her and she nursed it gently. She made a mental note of him not locking the door. That was a good sign. The VIP suite was much larger than the normal suites and had a built-in jacuzzi in the middle of the room. The warm bubbling water was lit up in bright blue hues by its submerged lights. His manner was arrogant as he stepped forward and he forced her t
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She recoiled at his words, silently screaming, Don’t touch me! And as if the heavens heard her plea, the door to the cabin blasted open. “Liam! There you are…oh..” It was Madam Cecil. Amber almost let out a sob of relief when she saw the woman walking in. “What are you two doing?” she eyed them suspiciously as Liam let got of Amber. “We were just getting up close and personal,” Liam smile slyly, getting up. “You never know, I might just bid for her next.” Madam Cecil ignored him and quickly went over to help Amber up. With trembling hands, Amber grabbed hold of Madam Cecil as if she was her lifeline. And in a way, she was. She had shown up like an angel in one of the darkest moments of Amber’s life and brought her back to safety. “You’d better head back to the stage..everyone’s looking for you. They want to see the real thing, not the PowerPoint presentation,” Madam Cecil said flatly. All trace of friendliness in her voice was
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The detention centre was a simple one. It held two barred cells, each with a makeshift bed with a thin woolly blanket and a standalone sink. The walls were all painted a depressing dull grey with only a little square window at the top of each cell. Amber gulped as she stepped forward towards a desk where an intimidating female police officer sat, going through her files.“Name?” the officer asked, not looking up.“Amber Banks,” Amber answered, her bright green eyes darting back and forth taking in her grim surrounding. The officer nodded as she pressed a stamp onto Amber’s file.Fabian was outside the detention centre with his attorney, trying to get Amber out on bail but she had a feeling that chances were slim. After all, who would let a murder suspect out on bail?“Age?”“Twenty-one.”“Hun, you gotta speak louder. You’re as soft as a mouse!”Amber jumped a litt
