The city lights of Manhattan were still glowing when Logan Reed stepped out of the Plaza Hotel. The collar of his tailored coat turned up against the early morning chill. He smelled of champagne and Sabrina’s perfume. A sweet, dangerous scent that still clung to his skin. For a brief moment, he felt invincible.
The deal he had just secured, …
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