"Julian," she said softly. "I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you'd be in Zurich."
The voice came from behind her. Smooth, arrogant. Julian Thorne. He wore a bespoke suit that cost more than most people’s cars, but there were bags under his eyes. The last six months had been unkind to him. The "accounting errors" Eve had planted in his system had triggered quiet audits. His partners were spooked. He was desperate for a win. eve sweet long con part 3
Eve hesitated. She looked out at the dark river below. She had to make him work for it. If she gave it up too easily, he’d suspect a trap. "Julian," she said softly
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