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“Or you can cut your losses to avoid filing bankruptcy,” he said bluntly. “Hear me out: we can make it part of the agreement that you remain the director.”

“And Astrid,” I added.

He nodded. “All right. Both of you stay on as employees with the option to re-buy in a couple of years. Perhaps the company that bought the shares Patrick sold off?” He brought out some papers from his briefcase. “The transactions regarding the private sale of your company are all with the same company…Incubus Nymph, Inc.”

Why was that so familiar? I rubbed the space between my eyebrows and searched my memory, but the answer lay just out of reach.

“Do you have any more information?” I pressed Stuart.

“Only what’s on this paper,” he said, holding it out to me.

I saw the logo, and my blood ran cold as I recalled the first time I saw the image. The original sculpture at The Agency mixer…I had been speaking with Dane, and he told me the name…

It was Dane. He was involved in the sale of the shares of Perfetto, and according to the reports, the transactions went back months. He had known full well what my situation was before inviting me to his home…and into his bed. He was taking Perfetto, but why? I was going to find out and stop whatever sick, twisted game he had started, though I had no idea how.

“I know the owner,” I told Stuart. “And I will be getting to the bottom of this myself.”

I would stop the path of destruction I was on before it ruined me.

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