"Slow down there, Mr. James," Avery said, pushing him away playfully. "I'm not convinced just yet!""What more can I tell you?" James pleaded, a desperation seeping into his voice. "I'm head over heels in love with you, and I'll give you any information you desire, just to make you mine. Please, just tell me what I need to do to prove myself to you.""Well, you can start by telling me everything you know about your boss," Avery said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I want to know his weaknesses, his habits, anything that can be used against him. If I'm going to risk my reputation for you, I need to know that I won't be taken down with you."James nodded, his face growing serious. "I understand. I'll tell you everything I know. The Kaiden patriarch is ruthless and calculating, but even he has weaknesses. He's obsessed with control, and he can't stand to lose face in front of others.""Are you this easily seduced by every pretty face that walks into your office?" Avery said, raising

After James discovers the hidden microphone and recorder, his expression darkens into one of pure rage, his jaw clenched so tight that Avery can almost hear the grinding of his teeth. He stalks towards her, his hands balled into fists."You fool! Who sent you?!" James roared, his eyes blazing with anger. Avery stood frozen in fear, unable to speak as she tried to back away from him."Answer me!" James thundered his voice like a thunderclap. Avery trembled as she struggled to find the words to respond. But the more she remained silent, the angrier James became, his fury reaching its boiling point."No one sent me... the microphone isn't working!" Avery stammered, her voice trembling with fear.James let out a bitter laugh, his eyes burning with hatred. "You must think I'm stupid. You won't leave this room alive," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You've heard too much. I'll make sure you're sent home in a body bag."With each step he took closer to Avery, she could feel the

"I'll kill you. I'll waste you" In a blind rage, James continued to choke Avery's limp body, oblivious to the fact that she was already unconscious. His teeth were bared, his breathing rapid and shallow. He seemed determined to snuff out the last vestiges of life from her.Then, the door burst open with a bang. Jeremy rushed in, his face contorted with shock and fury. He didn't hesitate for a second; he lunged at James, tackling him to the floor in a tangle of limbs. The FBI agents followed close behind, pointing their guns at James."You monster!" Jeremy screamed as he rained blows down on James, each punch fueled by his rage and desperation. His fists connected with James' face over and over again, his knuckles raw and bloody.The FBI agents rushed in, trying desperately to pry Jeremy off of James, but his fury was too great to be easily quelled. It took all of their combined strength to finally pull Jeremy away, his chest heaving as he fought for control. James lay motionless benea

Jeremy's only desire now was a peaceful, uneventful week with his family in New York. As soon as he returned to their hotel room, after Avery's discharge from the hospital, he picked up his phone and dialed Jefferson's number."Jefferson," he said, his voice tinged with the exhaustion of the past few days. "We need some serious downtime. A week of no drama, no excitement. Just pure relaxation.""Jefferson, I don't feel safe in this hotel anymore," Jeremy said, his voice weary but firm. "James knew where we were. We need a place that's off the grid. Somewhere secluded and private. I want my family to have the quiet, safe vacation they deserve."Jefferson's voice on the other end of the line was steady, reassuring. "You can count on me, boss," he said. "I'll find the perfect spot. Your family will be safe and comfortable, and they'll get the peaceful break they need."Jefferson's fingers flew across his smartphone's screen as he scoured the internet for an isolated and private inn. "Ral

Mr Smith picked up the phone and punched in the number for reception. When the receptionist answered, he got straight to the point. "When is Jeremy Nathaniel due to arrive?" "He's due to arrive later this evening, sir," came the answer, courteous and polite. Mr Smith's voice took on an authoritative, commanding edge. "I expect to be informed the moment he arrives," he said, leaving no room for argument. "Absolutely, sir," the receptionist replied, the slightest hint of fear in her voice. Mrs Smith's voice rang out, her eyes never leaving the screen of her phone. "Darling!" she exclaimed, her frustration palpable. "It's confirmed. Jeremy Nathaniel is in New York." Her husband's gaze shifted to her, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What does this have to do with James?" Mrs Smith's expression grew grim. "Remember, James was the Kaiden's lapdog here in New York," she said, her tone grave. "And despite his best efforts to keep it quiet, we both know how much the Kaiden despise