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My hand froze inches from the cold steel of the Sig Sauer P226. Beneath the amber glow of the bedside lamp, the source of the warmth against my side wasn't an assassin, an operative from a rival syndicate, or a traitorous lieutenant. / Chapter 4 / 20

Chapter 4 - Chains of Gold

The silence in the library was so heavy I could hear the crackling of the logs in the fireplace. Emma stared down at the scattered papers, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Why?" she breathed, the anger finally cracking, leaving behind a raw, trembling vulnerability. "Why would you do that? You don't even know me."

"Because I hate incompetence, and I hate distractions," I lied smoothly, though my own pulse was hammering against my ribs in a way it hadn't since the day of the shooting. "When my staff are worrying about thugs breaking their kneecaps over overdue payments, they make mistakes. They miss dust on the baseboards. They leave doors unlocked. And most importantly..." I paused, looking directly into her wide, hazel eyes. "...you're the only person in this tomb who doesn't look at me like I'm a corpse wrapped in silk."

Emma slowly sank to her knees, gathering the papers with trembling hands. "And what do I have to do to pay you back? Work here for the rest of my life? Clean your floors until my hands bleed?"

"You're going to work here for the next three years," I said, laying out the terms with the cold precision that had built my empire. "Your hourly wage remains thirty dollars. Half of it goes into your bank account for your living expenses and your mother's care. The other half goes directly toward servicing the principal of your debt, interest-free. In exchange, you have a new job description."

She looked up, her brow furrowed in suspicion. "What job description?"

"Personal assistant and night companion," I stated. "You will ensure I don't throw heavy objects at my physical therapists, you will stop me from taking too many pain pills when the phantom agony kicks in, and you will talk to me about something other than the stock market, the weather, or my criminal record."

Emma stared at me for a long, agonizing minute. The tension in her shoulders slowly unwound, replaced by a bitter, tired smile. "You really are a control freak, aren't you, Mr. Vance?"

"Call me Danny," I growled. "And yes, I am."

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