The Wrong Suite, the Right Stranger

Untouchable Pawn

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Untouchable Pawn

Preston

My chest was beating too fast, each thud slamming against my ribs as if trying to break free. Sweat trickled down my forehead, soaking the edge of my hairline. My hands were clenched so tightly they hurt, but I couldn’t let go.

The sound of the elevator doors closing echoed across the restaurant. Only then did I breathe.

I leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table with both hands jus