“I’ll have the food sent up,” Charles Burns said. “Once our timed safe opens, I’ll bring up the envelope, Miss Forsythe.”
“Thank you,” Janey said, hoping she could make it through the door of the suite the man was currently taking her to. Her heels seemed to catch on the thick carpet, and she could barely keep up with him.
After she’d gotten him to the fr…
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