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The rain came down in thin sliver lines across the glass towers of downtown Los Angeles, turning the city lights into blurred streaks of gold and red. Inside the tallest building on the block, everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
Adrian Hale preferred it that way.
At thirty-two, he had everything the world told people to want—money, influence, a penthouse that overlooked the entire city, and a company worth more than most people would make in a lifetime. Silence was the only luxury.