Abigail Macron
My father’s voice booming through the outdoor speakers didn't just break the silence; it brought the entire world crashing back through the heavy oak doors of the library.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for joining us tonight to celebrate a monumental milestone for Macron Ventures and the Chiyoda Group..."
The sound acted like a bucket of ice water to Caleb’s system. The raw, primal heat that had just consumed him vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, calculating mask of absolute panic. He pulled out of me with a quick heavy breath, his long legs moving with immediate, survivalist efficiency as he stepped back into the shadows of the room.
"Get up, Abby. Right now," he said looking all composed, his voice dropping into that flat, detachable mood tha
