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Most of the people here probably thought that Xavier Knight was eccentric or selfish. He’d shut himself away, hundreds of miles from the building where the hard work was done and conducted himself from a distance, like these people were somehow beneath him and he could do whatever he saw fit to do and they were expected just to put up with it.
But he wasn’t like that. He was generous and risked his life completing missions to save others. Devon couldn’t dislike or resent anyone here because as she looked at the beautiful women with their shining hair and flawless makeup, she found herself trying to identify the youngest, most vulnerable ones, considering that they may be candidates for one of the cartels metal boxes.
These unsuspecting women could find themselves just a
