RYDER'S POV
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Barely getting home after a meeting of a estate deal after hours of negotiations was freeing. It was relaxation and bliss, especially since we got that deal. We have them wrapped around our fingers and I physically can't complain about it. My company just made bank, and bonuses will be rightly distributed to those whom helped, who attended and went out of their way to set the house up to perfection. I sit, feet barely propped up on the ottoman before there's a knock on my front door. My gaze snaps to the dark brown door, waiting. Victoria would have used the key I had left her...
Another knock, and then it turned vicious, urgent.
"Ryder!" A man yells. A voice I recognize. I rise as the door starts to shake on it's hinges, nearly ripping right off them as I advance.
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