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Chapter One

Mira Davencourt kneas doing this on purpose Drake had told her to meet him at twelve o’clock on the dot Noentyhe’d only be a minute She took a deep breath and flicked a blonde lock back Her nerves were at an all-tih

In and out, she tried to use her yoga breaths She wasn’t very good at yoga, even though she’d been doing it for nearly a year If anything, her body was ht, but she wasn’t one for cardio

Why aht now?

She hated being here

Mira hadn’t seen thistime Drake had made her life at school a complete misery

She didn’t understand why her brother would do this to her, but this was about fa to est probleel had invested good money into products that had absolutely no value He took unacceptable risks Then he had to go and get a loan from none other than Drake Eastwood The h school, as one of the worst men in the city to even be around

I can do this

She’d gone to the shop to talk to Nigel about letting the pawnshop go, only to find the place ss If he didn’t pay a large sum of money to Drake by the end of the week, his hands would be next They’d keep breaking things until there was nothing more than his neck to snap This had happened on Monday

So, on Thursday at lunchti to talk to hi to do this They owned nothing of any value The pawnshop was so deep in debt that selling it would cause theacy had turned into a hinderance

The otten worse to the point of el had tried to play chipper, like he was in complete control, but she knew differently Once they finished with her brother, the debt would belong to her

No matter what her brother tried to do to protect her, he couldn’t save her

Taking a deep breath, she tried not to think about everything that would be lost She knew her father had loved his pawnshop, and he’d had an eye for antiques, but it had missed her She’d moved from job to job over the past ten years She’d been a barency, and ht now, she worked as an accountant The hours were odd, but the ood

She really thought she was happy, but now her brother was taking all decisions out of her hands No ures he owed Drake

After forty o, but suddenly, the door to Drake’s office opened She expected him to be alone, but out came three men, all of whom shook his hand