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IN THE DEVIL's DEN

BRAD

Making a deal with the devil would mean you ultimately selling your soul.

My stomach churned like a washing machine on high spin as I stood outside Mrs. Raina's office.

They do call her the black widow for a reason, this place was as eerie and chilling as a morgue freezer.

Well what can I expect from a woman who made her wealth by marrying a dying old man and ultimately inheriting his property.

Asking for her support in the CEO vote felt like a Hail Mary pass, a desperate attempt to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

Nolan always had a way of weaving his charm, and Mrs. Raina, bless her clueless widow's heart, seemed particularly susceptible to it. Still, desperate times called for desperate measures. Taking a fortifying breath, I rapped my knuckles against the imposing mahogany door.

It swung open with surprising enthusiasm, revealing Mrs. Raina in all her impeccably tailored glory. Her sharp, intelligent eyes, the color of a stormy sea, missed nothing as they raked ove
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