She had recalled no other person than Marcus Vance.
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GRANT'S POV
And when that first flash of light struck the street outside Maddison's apartment block with sharp speed, Grant Harrison was being attacked in a different form. Forty floors over the city, in the air-conditioned, soundproofed quiet of the Harrison Enterprises meeting room, and the attacker was not one lone photographer. It was a sea of scared faces, a flood of terrible images, and stern words of advice to make a key deal.
The boardroom table was a broad sweep of shining wood whose surface reflected back at them the twisted faces of the six men who stood around the table. Charlotte's skyline via floor-to-ceiling windows was empty, a chilly reminder of the damage shown on the eighty-inch scre
