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Reece
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It was almost two in the morning. I was sound asleep in the penthouse suite of a luxury hotel in New York City. I had wrapped up a late night meeting with that group of old stiffs that wanted to basically rob me blind. They took one look at my young appearance and instantly forgot that I was in my thirties and have been running this company for over fifteen years now.
Honestly, when the phone rang, I thought it was one of them calling back to tell me why I needed to up their budget or to give them this grant or whatever else it was that they wanted from me.
I didn't even look at the phone when I picked it up, pressed the answer button, and growled into the ear of whatever asshole woke me up at this time of night.
"What the fuck do you want?" I spoke a lot louder than I had planned on, but I didn't care. Whoever that person was, they were now on my shit list.
"Reece, it's Vincent." That voice, and hearing that name, both clearing that fog of sleep from my brain.
