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The next morning, outside Valiant East.Clint Zuckerberg was notified of the arrival of Greyson and Lara at the entrance of the building.He quickly informed Aaron, "Sir, they have arrived.""I see" Aaron stood up from his chair and placed his hands into his pockets. He walked over to the edge of the glass windows and took a deep breath, enjoying the picturesque view in front of him. It was a sunny day - the sky was blue and there were white clouds slowly floating along the horizon.The weather was perfect.Lara opened the door and got off the car. Greyson reminded her once again, "The future of Everpeace Group is in your hands!"Lara narrowed her eyes at Greyson and slammed the door behind her.After handing Lara her temporary pass, the receptionist led her to the top floor. Lara stood in the elevator and tried to compose herself. She was feeling very nervous.The elevator doors opened at the highest floor.Lara squeezed the file in her hands and stepped out of the elevator.Clint wa

Following dayAaron stepped out of his luxurious car as the chauffeur opened the door. He stood before the Donovan mansion, ready for the dinner. When Clint called Carson last minute, requesting a dinner, Carson accepted without hesitation. All Carson wanted was for his project to be accepted.Aaron was greeted at the door by Laura, who was impeccably dressed, wearing a fur coat over her dress. She knew, as did everyone in town, who Aaron Granger was."Mr. Granger," she smiled, thinking of how envious her friends would be when they found out that billionaire Granger had visited her."Is Carson in?" Aaron cut straight to the point."Oh, of course. In the dining room. Please follow me," Laura replied.Aaron signaled to his driver, indicating that he would return shortly. He did not really intend to stay for dinner.As they walked through the house, Aaron could not help but wonder where Lara was. Married to Carson, she could only be in that house.They arrived at the dining room."Mr. Gr

Fear would not exist if he ignored it.Sometimes, Granger would enter the confessional during mass, and right after, when a parishioner came to confess, he would be the one listening. He kept their sordid secrets, worse than his own.For old times' sake, he opened the door of the little secret box and entered. The smell of damp wood was ingrained in the walls. There was a padded bench, and he sat down. Looking ahead, he could almost see the faces of those people who confessed to him. Not to the priest, not to God. But to Aaron.And if he closed his eyes for a second, he could relive his entire childhood in that same church. Every time the priest told him to pray three times, he prayed ten. With each punishment, he thought of something worse to force them to think of a harsher punishment.Aaron heard footsteps coming from outside. That small part of him that never stopped being ten years old smiled. Who would be today's sinner?The light in the room was miserable, but he was attenti

Valiant East was one of the richest and most famous sustainable technology companies in the country, which meant that whoever presented the best project would have the opportunity to expand their business and gain a share of Aaron's influence. The event aimed to gather all the competitors and ignite their competitive spirit.However, the true focal point of the party was the entrance of Lara RosseFord into the hall. The guests were not prepared for the whirlwind of brown locks entering the space, dominating every inch.The tourmaline green dress was a deliberate choice. The fine fabric enveloped her body with smooth layers, reaching halfway down her thighs. The subtle neckline left little to the imagination and much to covet.Lara was not the kind of woman to doubt her own beauty or compare herself to others. She knew she could have whatever she wanted, from whoever she wanted. It was also true that her sensuality brought her problems, such as never going unnoticed, but she could hand

"You place a bet on the roulette table, then the dealer spins the central wheel and throws the ball. When the wheel stops spinning, the ball lands on a number, and that's the winning number," the man explained, smiling with a hint of mischief.Lara scanned the table, the players around her, and the colors on the roulette wheel. Everything seemed very captivating, but it was known that luck played a big role. "Choose, please, baby. Red or black?" the man insisted. Perhaps he wasn't as interested in the game as he was in the woman."Are you sure? I am not usually lucky," she warned."To me, you seem like a very lucky woman," he mused, sliding his eyes over her rosy lips."Red," Lara made her bet.And when the dealer collected the bets around the table, the man bet on the red color. He still looked at Lara as he spoke, indicating that he was placing the bet for her. The dealer released the small ball onto the spinning roulette wheel and waited until it stopped in a position.To the dism