Episode 3: The safehouse upload
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Ten minutes later, the Maybach slid into the underground garage of Christian’s highly secure, secondary penthouse apartment. The heavy steel garage doors rolled down behind them, sealing them away from the dangers of the city.
Christian stepped out of the backseat, slamming the door. His face was pale with rage, his breathing heavy. "They knew my exact route, Cleopatra. Someone in my inner circle leaked my location. Call a full security lockdown."
"Right away, sir," Cleopatra said, pulling out her radio to coordinate with the perimeter guards.
Christian stormed into the private elevator, leaving her to check the vehicle for damage. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Cleopatra pulled out her second, completely un-trackable burner phone. Her heart finally gave an excited thump. The adrenaline from the car chase was the ultimate writing fuel.
Sitting on the hood of the bulletproof car, her fingers flew across the screen. She wrote about the chase, the squeal of the tires, and how the "arrogant fictional billionaire Christopher" lost his cool when his tablet dropped. She titled it Chapter 43 and hit publish.
Upstairs, Christian paced his luxury living room. He poured himself a glass of water, trying to calm his racing thoughts. To distract his mind, he pulled up his phone and opened the w*******l app. His eyes widened in absolute horror. A new update notification popped up.
It was Chapter 43. And it detailed his exact near-death experience from forty-five minutes ago.
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