Chapter 2 - Clara Whispers a Secret That Freezes Julian’s Blood
Clara’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing piercing amber eyes that seemed entirely devoid of fear as she stared up at the billionaire.
The rain beat a relentless rhythm against the bulletproof glass of the Washington, D.C. penthouse, while the American flag stood sentinel in the corner.
Julian did not flinch, though his grip on his cane tightened slightly against the polished white marble table.
“You’re wondering how I got past your biometric scanners and state-of-the-art retinal locks without triggering a single alarm, aren't you, Julian?” Clara rasped, her voice dry yet unnervingly steady.
Carter and Blake exchanged nervous glances, their hands hovering instinctively near their holstered sidearms.
Julian leaned down until his face was inches from hers, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register.
“People who bypass my security end up at the bottom of the Potomac, not lying comfortably on my executive table. Who sent you?”
A faint, bloodless smile touched the corners of Clara’s lips as she reached slowly into the pocket of her emerald-green velvet dress.
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She withdrew a small, tarnished silver lapel pin bearing the emblem of the Department of Defense’s elite intelligence division—a division that had been officially disbanded fifteen years ago.
Julian’s breath hitched, his impenetrable facade cracking for the first time in a decade.
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