Chapter Ten: The Devil Knows
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My phone was sitting on my desk the next morning screen unlocked, voicemail replaying.
My chest tightened.
Lucian stood at his office door, arms crossed.
“Is he a threat?”
I didn’t respond right away.
“How did you
“I know everything that happens under this roof. Including when someone sends you a message at 1:12 a.m. from a number traced to Lagos.”
I froze.
“You went through my phone.”
“You work for me.”
“That doesn’t give you the right”
“It gives me the responsibility. If you won’t protect yourself, I will. Even if that means crossing lines you pretend matter.”
I swallowed hard, unsure whether to scream or thank him.
“You want protection,” he said, stepping closer. “But protection has a price.”
“What price?”
His eyes locked on mine.
“Me.”
The word landed like a bullet.
He didn’t touch me. Didn’t even raise his voice.
But the way he looked at me? It stripped every layer of resistance I had left.
How did he turn my fear into gravity?
And worse…
Why did I want to fall? My heart kept thumping craving for something.
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