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It was getting worse. The moment that she prepared for three weeks, finally came aypu, the mind fell into a coma.

-Did you think about this particular situation or did other crimes happen to you that you committed tonight? Crime? She felt a growing panic.

-Mr. Valente, I assure you that I did not intend to commit any crime.

- Relax. I do not tell anyone about it. However, you did not notice the camera tracking every move you made. He pointed to a small red light blinking over her head. - My people were already coming here. when I told them to wait. - Why did you do it?

He threw up his arms.

-I was bored. You seemed interesting.

She did not find the right answer for this comment, Maybe if he found her interesting enough, she could charm him long enough to -Make it clear: I'm not a criminal.

- My theory about a very naughty secretary And here Daria said she was an object to show him her offer Leonarda Valente's passionate stare. She cleared her throat, trying to overcome the tension.

-Your theory is wrong. I did not show up.

- What a pity. Despite everything, you are interesting. If you do not intend to go down this ladder, please ... for that purpose, me, lady. He turned to enter the building. I am asking you to follow me. He disappeared, leaving her no choice. The room on the other side of the glass was twice the size of her apartment. She saw him pushing something on the wall panel and then a soft light flashed. The room was similar to the lobby of an exquisite hotel with modern furniture with a glass fireplace. She did not know very well why there was such a room in the night club - perhaps to receive private guests. She tugged her purse tighter and sensed the contours of her tablet, which reminded her why he was here. He touched another button and the glass door behind his mounds closed noiselessly. She noticed that it was indeed a Venetian glass. he turned back to her, and for the first time she saw the color of his eyes. They were not dark, as it would appear from photographs, but they were characterized by a unique shade of deep greenery. He pretends that he is here for business.

- Do you have a name? Maybe Spiderwoman? He asked, approaching her with that ironic smile. As a professional, she sensed the perfect moment.

-I have my business card somewhere here ... if you gave me a second...

She began to rummage in her purse. Suddenly, without warning, he appeared in front of her, took her purse with her and laid it on the floor.

-I did not mean a business card, just a name ... that it would fall from your lips.

His gaze went to her lips, and she felt a tickle in the hole. She ignored it and watched his eyes.

- Dara Devlin

- So Daro ... wedding consultant ... He spoke her name, as if he tasted it in his tongue. - Why do I owe the pleasure of your company? - I'm not here for pleasure. She stepped back, wanting to keep a safe distance. I came here to find you. And talk about business.

He raised his eyebrow.

- Who comes to the night club to talk 0 1 about business? Well, the master said confidently.

- I want to discuss a potential contract between you and my high-ranking client. - There's a crowd of vultures down there, and everyone is waiting,everyone want only five minutes. Why would you miss this queue?

-If they cared, they would have climbed it long ago.

He threw back his head and burst out with a deep and cordial laugh. with such a reaction, noticing dark hair under the unbuttoned shirt.