Four Men Attack Billionaire CEO… and Waitress Reveals a Game-Changing Ability

 

 

Served him the whiskey with hands that they had once pulled triggers. He smiled politely with a face that five governments had attempted to erase. And when five trained assassins entered through the door of that restaurant to take him away, they committed a fatal mistake. They thought she was just a waitress.

 They had no idea that the most dangerous person in the room was the one they couldn’t even see. This is the true story of the woman who saved the life of a billionaire and lost everything so it had been 7 years hiding. And I promise you that by the end of this story you will never again see a waitress the same way. Welcome to grandma’s voice.

While you are here, please hit the subscribe button and comment what you think. It seems the story and from where we are seeing it. Know? We come across people every day without ever seeing them really. The person who prepares your coffee, the one that cleans your office, the waitress who brings you food, we look through them as if they were invisible.

 But sometimes the most extraordinary are hidden in the more ordinary places. This is a story about one of those people. Her name was Sara Benette and she worked in a luxury restaurant in the center of Chicago called The Crystal Room. and not It was just any restaurant. It was him type of place where one meal could cost more than most people earn in a week.

 Chandeliers glass hung from the ceiling. The carpet was so thick that your feet sank into it. And the people who ate there wore watches that cost more than a car. Sara had been working there for almost a year. Every night he put on his black uniform, she tied her hair up in a simple bun and became invisible. That’s what I wanted, to go unnoticed, to be forgotten, to be nobody special.

But the fact is that Sara was not a gift to anyone, not even remotely. He moved around the restaurant like a dancer. Each step was silent, each movement was precise. His hands never trembled, carrying a tray full of glasses of expensive wine His face never showed excitement when rude customers snapped their fingers or talked to him as if it were lower.

 And his eyes, his eyes. They were always watching, always calculating, always alert. You see, Sara. I had a gift, or maybe it was a damn. He realized things that the others were ignoring. The way in which a man’s hand trembled places your order. The way in which a woman took off her wedding ring before his appointment arrived. The little signals that people gave off when I lied I was nervous or had fear.

 It was a skill that had learned a long time ago in a life that I was desperately trying to forget. Sara had been a soldier once and not once. any soldier. had been part of something secret, something that the government I would never admit it existed. They called people like her, ghosts, soldiers who did the jobs no one else could do, the missions dangerous, impossible rescues, operations that never appeared in no official report.

 for years He had served his country since shadows. I had seen things that They would destroy most people. He had done things that still They tormented in dreams. and then one mission went horribly wrong. Operation Sandstorm, they had called a rescue mission in the East Half that turned into a nightmare. His entire team was killed, betrayed by someone who they trusted.

 And Sara barely escaped with life. After that, the government erased it, made it disappear, not like punishment, but as protection. Or maybe They just wanted to forget their failure. out Anyway, Sara Benet became a ghost in another way, without a past, no records, just a number of social security and a false story. For 7 years I had been on the run, moving from city to city, accepting jobs where no one did you ask, staying invisible, staying safe.

 Chicago I assumed it was just another stop. The crystal room was supposed to be alone another job. I would work there for a few months, I would save some money and I would move on before someone became too curious. But that night was going to change everything. It was a Tuesday night and the restaurant It was busy, but not packed.

Sara moved between the tables with her usual quiet efficiency, refilling water glasses, taking notes of the orders, smiling politely at jokes that weren’t funny. So, at exactly 8, the atmosphere of the room changed. The main door is It opened and Victor Cross entered. If not You know that name, let me tell you who It was Victor Cross.

 He was one of the men richest in America. a tycoon real estate that had built a empire buying half of thebuildings in Chicago and New York. Your face appeared on the covers of the magazines. His name appeared in the newspapers almost every week. The People loved him or hated him, but everyone world knew who he was.

 He entered the crystal room as if it were the owner and honestly it probably was. It was high. He was wearing a suit that probably It cost $10,000 and had that look on his face. face. You know, the look of a man so used to getting what wants to have forgotten, how to say, “For please or thank you.” Behind him came three men burly men in dark suits, their safety equipment.

 They moved like professionals, scanning the room, checking the outputs, making sure that his boss was safe. The restaurant manager practically He bowed as he led Víctor Cross to the best table in the place. A corner booth, view perfect of the entire room, private exit close. It was Sara’s section. If He approached with the notebook in his hand and put his professional smile.

 Good night, Mr. Cross. Can I start by offering you something to drink? He didn’t look up your phone. Whiskey, the best. and make sure the steak is perfect this time. The last time was mediocre. Nor please, no thanks. Just orders. Sara nodded. Of course, sir, your security team did not sit down. Two of They positioned themselves near the exits.

 The third, a man of looks penetrating and military bearing, he remained near the table. He was the head of security, a professional, and Unlike his boss, he did look at Sarah. His eyes swept over her for a second before dismissing it as if it were not was important. It was fine. Sarah She was used to being ignored. He brought the whiskey, he took orders of the food and disappeared into the background again.

 alone another invisible waitress doing her work. But while I was working, that familiar sensation began to run through him the back, the feeling that something was going bad. And then he saw them, five men who entered the restaurant separated for the next 10 minutes. For anyone else They seemed normal, just customers.

wealthy people coming to dinner. But Sara He saw what others did not see. saw the shape in which they positioned themselves. saw like never before They really looked at their menus. saw how They were watching Victor Cross and he knew with absolute certainty that something very bad was about to happen.

 let me tell you something about fear. The fear It’s not really noisy. He doesn’t scream. It is silent. It’s that cold feeling in the stomach that tells you that danger is comes closer, even when everything seems normal. That’s what Sara felt. as I watched those five men take their positions throughout the restaurant.

 The first two are They sat at a table in the center of the room. They ordered an expensive bottle of wine and they pretended to have a conversation business. But Sara realized that their cups remained full. They were not drinking, they were watching. The third man sat at the bar, ordered a beer and stared at the television which showed a basketball game.

But in the mirror behind the bar, Sara could see his eyes. I wasn’t watching the game. I was observing the Victor Cross’s table, observing the security guard who was nearby. The fourth and fifth men sat down near the kitchen entrance. They laughed and they talked like old friends, but their body language was completely out of place.

 They had their backs to the wall. His feet were flat on the ground, ready to move. They were blocking one of the exits main. Sara’s heart began to beat faster. His hands stood firm while wearing a appetizer tray to another table, but His mind was racing. This was a coordinated professional operation. No They were ordinary criminals.

 They were trained, organized and were here by Victor Cross. I had to notify someone Sara headed towards the boss security. The man of look penetrating that was standing from the table cross country He kept his face calm. His voice drops. Excuse me, sir, he said in low voice I think there might be a problem. He looked at her with irritation.

barely concealed. “What’s wrong? Those men,” Sara said, subtly pointing out around five. They have entered through separate, but they are working together. Look at their positions. They are surrounding your customer, blocking the exits. The boss security looked at the men she had indicated.

 Saw wealthy clients with expensive suits. Nothing unusual, nothing threatening. Lady, said with the kind of patience that you would use with a child. I carry 20 years doing this work. If recognize a threat. These are just clients. Please go back to your work and let me make mine. Sara felt that Frustration grew in his chest. Sir, please look at the man in the bar. He is watching you in the mirror.

The two in the kitchen are blocking the emergency exit. This is textbook tactical positioning. now the expression of the security chief changed, not to concern, but to annoyance How does a waitress know about tactical positioning? He asked with cold voice I don’t know what he thinks he saw, but you have to move away. is calling the attention. He moved away from her.

 The he ignored. Just like I had ignored her Victor Cross, like everyone in that restaurant ignored her every night. Sara stayed there for a moment with the clenched jaw. He could leave, he could enter the kitchen, sneak through the back door and disappear before that whatever was going to happen would happen.

 It wasn’t their fight. Victor Cross was a arrogant billionaire who had treated like garbage. Your team security had ignored his warning. Why should I risk everything to save them? But then he looked around from the restaurant, to the young couple in a date at table five, to the old man celebrating his birthday with his grandchildren, to the other waitresses and the wait staff kitchen.

 Innocent people who didn’t even have idea of what was coming. And Sara knew that he couldn’t leave, he couldn’t abandon them. returned to his position, his mind changing to a mode that I hadn’t used it in 7 years. The restaurant It transformed before his eyes. It was no longer a dining room, it was a battlefield. He mapped every table, every exit, every potential weapon, the heavy ones bottles of wine behind the bar, meat knives in the kitchen, the Fire extinguisher next to the door.

Everything became a tool, a variable, a possibility. and then it happened. The man at the bar He stood up, his hand went inside his jacket. At the same moment, the two men next to the kitchen they got up The friendly smiles They disappeared from their faces. The change It was instantaneous, as if flipped a switch.

 The head of security saw it too, but saw it too late. He shouted something and went for his weapon, but the attackers were more fast. They had been planning for weeks this. They knew exactly what to do. The bar man moved like lightning towards the security guard near the entrance. There was no shot, just a quick and brutal movement.

 The guard fell to the ground with a knife in the neck. Chaos broke out in the restaurant. A woman screamed. The people began to run away from their tables, knocking down chairs and glasses. The sound of crystals broken filled the air. The two men of the center table was pounced on the head of security.

 One had a tás, the other metal baton. they moved with practiced precision, flanking him before I could even draw your weapon. The tás reached him First, his body convulsed. Then the baton hit his wrist and his gun fell to the ground with a metallic noise. other blow to the knee knocked him down. everything It lasted less than 15 seconds.

 The team of Victor Cross’s complete security was neutralized. The two attackers The rest pulled out guns. Not rifles big, but elegant black pistols with silencers. Nobody move,” one of them shouted, his voice cutting through the screams On the ground, with your hands where we can see them. This doesn’t apply to you. We just came for him.

 pointed with his weapon towards Victor Cross. The billionaire, the man who controlled buildings worth thousands of millions of dollars. It seemed small and terrified. All your money and power They didn’t mean anything at the time. It was just a scared man facing death. The leader of the attackers, a tall man with cold blue eyes, walked slowly towards the booth.

 was moving with confidence, with certainty, like a hunter who has finally cornered his prey. “Mr. Cross,” he said with a slight accent. “He’s coming with us calmly.” That’s when Sara made her decision. Do you know what They say about cornered animals, right? They are the most dangerous. because when you have nothing left to lose, when you are against the sword and the wall, something inside you changes.

 The fear becomes fuel, Desperation turns into power. Sara had spent 7 years hiding, 7 years being invisible, 7 years pretending to be someone he wasn’t. but at that moment, seeing that man point a gun at Victor Cross, seeing innocent people crying in the floor, something inside her broke. The waitress disappeared.

 The ghost had returned. It moved even before think about it His hand closed around a bottle full of mouthfeel from behind the bar. Heavy glass. Good weight. Hey! The leader shouted. He turned around surprised hear a voice He saw the waitress standing with a bottle in hand. For one split second, confusion crossed his face.

 What was this doing don? Nobody ever had the chance find out. Sara brandished the bottle withall her strength, not like an amateur, but as someone trained to achieve objectives. The bottle hit on the side of his face with a crunch frightening The glass shattered. The bodka splashed everywhere. The man staggered back, roaring in pain, with blood flowing of his destroyed cheekbone.

 time seemed to slow down. The other four attackers turned towards her. Your eyes widened. Surprised. The weapons began to turn in their direction, but Sara already was on the move. He grabbed a second bottle and threw it at the gunman close. It hit him in the chest, unbalancing it. Before he could recover, he jumped above the bar with the grace of an athlete and picked up a heavy shaker of metal.

 One of the men folded the corner of the bar with the gun raised. Sara threw the ice out of the shaker at him. directly to the face. The flicker temporarily blinded. In that mean split second distraction, Sara picked up a long metal bar spoon and stuck it in the soft spot on his collarbone. not enough to kill him, but to make him release the weapon and fall to the ground. Gasping.

 two less. There were three left. The element surprise was fading. The remaining attackers were professionals. They were recovering from the shock, adapting to the threat. Sara ran towards the kitchen. I knew I needed better weapons, better cover. Two of They followed her through the swing doors. The kitchen was hot and loud and smelled like food.

 The staff was huddled in a corner, terrified. “Stay on the ground,” Sara ordered. His voice carried a authority that left no room for doubt. The first attacker pounced on her with a baton. He brandished it towards his head. Sara bent down and picked up a heavy cast iron skillet from fire and He swung like a baseball bat.

 The frying pan hit his skull with a horrible metallic sound. fell like a stone. The second attacker raised his pistol. Sara grabbed a pot of water boiling from the fire and threw it at him. The boiling water hit his face and chest. He screamed a terrible sound of agony and dropped the gun as he He brought his hands to the burned skin.

Sara snatched the gun from the floor, proven with practiced efficiency, loaded, ready, she re-entered the dining room. The restaurant was now in silence, except for soyosos drowned Everyone was in the ground, too terrified to move. The leader, with his face made a bloody disaster, had grabbed Victor Cross and used it as a shield.

It had a piece of broken glass pressed against the throat billionaire. A thin thread of blood ran down Cross’s neck. “Let go the weapon!” the leader shouted, his voice distorted by his broken jaw. “Let her go or I cut her throat, Sara?” he raised the gun. His position was perfect, her hands firm.

 He aimed for He looks at the man who was holding Victor. Cross. The leader let out a wet laugh and painful You will not shoot. If you shoot me, I kill him. You lose. Sara’s face was cold, empty. The face of the ghost that used to be. You made three mistakes, he said his voice as calm as ice. The The leader’s eyes narrowed.

 That? First,” Sara said, giving a small step to his left, adjusting his angle. “You assumed that the only threat It was the security team.” Another small step Second, he continued. You underestimated the waitress. The hand of leader began to tremble slightly. If I was realizing that something was going very bad.

 “And third,” Sara finished, her voice going down to a whisper. “You assumed that I It mattered whether he lives or dies in the fraction of a second that your words they penetrated Creating doubt and hesitation, she shot. The bullet hit the shoulder of the leader, the one holding the crystal. The impact shattered the bone. his arm remained inert.

 The glass fell harmlessly to the ground. Before could even fall, Sara was already there. He reversed the weapon in his hand and hit his already broken jaw with his cylinder head He collapsed in a heap. Silence. The only sound was hooting. distant from the sirens that They approached. Someone had called the police.

 Sara was standing in the center from the restaurant with the gun still in hand, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. To your Five attackers lay around trained, all unconscious or disabled. He looked at Victor Cross. He I was collapsed against the wall, looking at her with a mixture of amazement and terror.

 I had seen the waitress silent and invisible transform into something terrifying, efficient and lethal. Who are you? he whispered. Sarah doesn’t he responded. He put down the gun carefully on a table and walked towards the door. The waitress was gone, the ghost had returned and the ghosts were not are left to answer questions.

 But atreaching the exit he knew there was something changed. His cover had been discovered. Your safe and invisible life was over, and the people who had sent to those attackers would come for her. The house was about to start. There is something that no one tells you about running away from your past. you can change your name, you can change the city, You can change everything about yourself on the outside, but inside the past never let go completely.

 It’s always there waiting for the moment when you mistakes, in which you reveal who you are really. Sara had just revealed it everything. A few hours after the incident in the Crystal Room disappeared. left his apartment with nothing more than a small clothes bag He closed his bank account and took out the cash.

 He destroyed his phone and his laptop. It became from new into a ghost, just as they had trained. found a room cheap in a run down neighborhood southern zone. He paid three months’ rent in cash to a landlord who didn’t ask identification. Bought clothes in stores second hand, cut and dyed hair. Became someone new again once, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough.

No, this time it had been on television. Images from security cameras from the restaurant had leaked into internet. The video showed it all. The quiet waitress knocking down five men armed with kitchen utensils and his own hands. had turned viral. Millions of visits. The people called heroin. The news They told the story.

 Mysterious woman saves billionaire. Who is the crystal room heroine? Sara saw the news from his gloomy room and she felt sick. The attention was contrary to what I needed. all the eyes of the city were searching and not all those eyes were friendly. Meanwhile, Victor Cross I was obsessed. The man whose life I had saved I couldn’t stop thinking in it.

 Not because I was grateful that I was, but because I needed understand who she is, where she came from, how a waitress had the skills of a special forces soldier. Victor Cross did not become billionaire accepting mysteries. if became a billionaire by finding answers. So he used all the resources at your disposal to find to Sara Benet.

 He hired the best private investigators in the country. Used facial recognition software for Scan every camera in Chicago. asked favors to people in the government, people who had access to databases classified. For three weeks no They found nothing. Sara’s identity It was superficial. recent, false. But then one of his researchers obtained a result.

They passed his face through an old base military data and found a photography. A younger Sara with desert camouflage, his face hard and tired, standing in front of a vehicle military. The name in the file was not Sara Benet, it was Sara Reeves. and the oldest part of the file was crossed out, drafted, classified.

 Just a few words were visible: unity special operations, designation ghost Operation Sandstorm, classified. Low status, disowned. The head of security of Víctor, a former agent of the FBI, explained what that meant. Ghost, not the name of a unit, Sir, it is a designation. They were lone operators used for missions that the government needed deny.

 covert operations, most dangerous job. And if it was repudiated, it means that something went very bad. The government abandoned it, erased it. These people no longer exist. A chill ran down the spine Victor. The woman who had saved him life was not just a soldier, it was a weapon that the government had tried discard.

 At the same time, his team corporate intelligence investigated the attackers. had been identified as mercenaries, paid professionals and carefully tracking their financial records, Victor discovered who had hired them. a company called Titanium Solutions, its largest business rival, a corporation merciless that I had been trying destroy Victor’s empire during years.

 They tried to buy him, sabotage his agreements, steal clients. When everything That failed, they decided to kidnap him, force him to give up his assets and do so disappear. By stopping the kidnapping, Sara had cost Titanium Solutions million dollars and what Worse, he had exposed his operation. They would come for her. Victor knew it. Companies like that did not forgive, no They forgot and had unlimited resources.

He had to find her first. I had to warn him. His team finally located in the southern area. a success of facial recognition camera bus. They followed the trail until building. Victor went alone, without equipment. security this time, without bodyguards,just him, because what he needed to say It was personal.

 He found his apartment and knocked on the door. For a long moment nothing happened. Then he heard the sound of a lock The door is He opened a crack held by a chain. One of Sara’s eyes appeared in the hollow. He looked different, hair more short, of a different color, but the eyes were the same ones. What do you want? he asked. flat voice. “I need to talk to you,” he said.

Victor. About the men who They attacked, about who sent them. She did it He studied for a moment, then released the chain and let him in. The apartment It was almost empty, a mattress in the floor, a folding chair, a bag made and ready to go. This was not a home, it was a temporary hiding place. No “They were criminals, anyone,” Victor said.

immediately. They were hired by Titanium Solutions, my rival business. They wanted to kidnap me, force me to give up my company. At stop them, not only did you save my life, You cost them millions. They’re coming for you, Sara, or should I say Sara Reeves. By mentioning your name Real, something flickered in his eyes.

 pain, old wounds reopening. I discovered who are you, Victor continued. what you were special operations, a ghost. No I know what happened to you. I don’t know why you were fleeing, but you are no longer invisible. They know who you are and they won’t stop until eliminate you as a threat. Sara remained in silence for a long moment, then He spoke with a harsh voice.

 So I you found, you exposed me, you brought your corporate war at my door and now You are here for what, apologize. I am here to help, Victor said. I have resources, money, safe houses, safety equipment. I can protect you. I owe you that, Saraío, but there was no humor in his laughter. Protect me.

 you are the reason for which I am in danger. your world, your fight I was safe until You walked into that restaurant. I know, he said Victor in a low voice. But the danger is here now. Can we face it together? Or he never finished the sentence. a red dot appeared on the wall behind the head from Sara. A laser sight.

 The eyes of Victor opened wide. At ground, he shouted. He rushed forward, pushing Sara back, just when the window burst towards inside. The sound of the shot was deafening Victor felt pain hugger on the shoulder when the bullet intended for Sara it pierced him. fell to the ground hard, breathless. It last you saw before the darkness wrapped around him was Sara’s face.

 The fear was gone, the waitress was gone gone. In his place was the ghost, the soldier, the gun, and it seemed absolutely furious. Do you know what we difference from animals? It is not the intelligence, it is not the tools, It is the ability to choose. We choose who we want to be. Every day we take a decision.

 We flee or fight, we We hide or we show our faces. Sara had Been on the run for 7 years, 7 years hiding, 7 years pretending to be someone else person. And in an instant, upon seeing Victor Cross receiving a bullet intended To her, everything changed. The bullet of sniper had entered through the window.

 Victor was on the ground, bleeding from the shoulder, gasping for breath pain. The red laser swept the room looking for Sara. She doesn’t know she was paralyzed. He didn’t panic. The training that had been dormant for 7 years He roared again with all his might. He grabbed his prepared bag with one hand and Victor’s arm with the other.

 With a strength that even surprised him, He dragged him away from the window, outside from the line of fire. They fell into the bathroom, the only room without windows. “Stay on the ground,” he ordered. your voice cold and controlled. He grabbed a towel and pressed against his bleeding shoulder. “Press here hard, don’t let go.

” Victor’s face was pale from the soc and pain, but nodded. Sarah, now he didn’t interrupt him. I was already in movement, his mind analyzing the tactical situation. A sniper, probably in the building opposite, they would also need a team on land. The sniper was just the first movement.

 They would enter through the door at any second. had reason. 30 seconds later he heard footsteps the hallway. Heavy boots, various people, professional movement. Sarah He took Victor’s phone out of his pocket. “Call your team security,” he said. “Tell them where we are. Tell them we need extraction.” Already he He fumbled with the phone.

 Your His hands were shaking, but he made the call. The apartment door opened hit. Three men burst in with weapons raised. They wore tactical gear, masks, mercenaries, like those of the restaurant. But this time Sara doesn’t I was trying to protect a full room of innocents This time it was just her and them, and that made her more dangerous than what they could imagine.

 He didn’t wait for They will find the bathroom. He opened the doora kick and she came out crouched and fast. The first man’s attention was centered in the main room. Never the saw it coming. He swept his feet and while As he fell, he snatched the gun from him. a blow quickly in the back of the head and he was unconscious. The second man turned around, raising his weapon.

 Sara was faster, she shot two times. Both bullets hit his bulletproof vest in the center of the chest. The impact threw him backwards. breathless and dazed. Shortened the distance and hit him on the 100th street with the gun. Fell. The third man was smarter. It had been left behind using the framework of the door as cover. shot him, forcing her to throw herself behind the couch dumped.

 The bullets destroyed the furniture cheap, the filling jumping out of the airs. Sara’s mind was working at full speed. speed. I was trapped. He had the higher position and more men could be going up the stairs. Then he heard it. The sound of sirens, multiple vehicles. The team of Victor’s security had arrived fast, the police too, probably.

 The sound of reinforcements changed everything. The third man heard it too. took a decision. He fired three more times to keep it covered. Then the turned and ran. His mission was failed. Time to retire. Sara doesn’t chased. He returned to the bathroom where Victor he kept pressing the towel on his shoulder.

 His face was pale, but I was conscious. “Did you save me?” he said. with a weak voice. “Once again we are in peace,” Sara responded, but her voice was softer than before, less cold. The Victor’s security team burst in in the apartment moments later, followed by the police. The scene was a chaos. The paramedics ran towards Victor, they stabilized him before put him on a stretcher.

 The police were everywhere securing the scene, questioning witnesses. The head of security, a serious man called David approached Sara. Madam, the Mr. Cross wants me to come with us. We can keep her safe. A protected place, armed guards, everything whatever you need. Sara looked at him. Then He looked at Victor, who was being carried out.

on the stretcher. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes pleading. For 7 For years I had been alone, running away alone, Hiding alone, fighting alone. It was exhausting, it was lonely. and see this man take a bullet for she had opened a crack in his chest. Something that I thought I had locked up always.

 The ability to trust, connect, to let someone in. To Where are they taking him? he asked. to a private hospital, a facility safe. You will be safe there. Sara took your decision. I will go, but I am not one victim in need of protection. I am a soldier ready to fight. If we are going to do this, we’ll do it my way. David studied her for a moment, then he nodded respectfully. Understood.

 three days later, Sara was standing in a penthouse with views of Lake Michigan. It was Victor’s safe house. Last floor, multiple exits, cameras security everywhere and a team of trained guards who, unlike from those in the restaurant, you could hear when she pointed out vulnerabilities in your device. Victor was recovering The bullet came out clean.

He had been lucky. Both had had luck. He found her next to the window looking at the city. Thank you, he said. in a low voice. For staying, Sara I don’t know turned around. I didn’t stay for you. I I stayed because I’m tired of running away. I passed 7 years being invisible, being afraid. But do you know what I realized? Hiding is not the same as being saved. It’s just being alone.

 finally she turned to look at him. So this is the deal. Titanium Solutions wants us to both offside. Well, let’s go to give them war. You have money and contacts. I have skills and experience. Together maybe we can put end to this. Victor smiled despite the pain in your shoulder. Partners. Sara he thought.

 He thought about trust, choice, who I wanted to be. Partners. he accepted. And so the waitress wanted disappear and the billionaire who I thought untouchable became something that neither of them expected, a team. United not for business obligation, but for the simple fact of that sometimes the people who least We hope they become the ones that most we need.

 Sara Benet had stopped flee. Sara Reeves had stopped hide Whoever it was now It would be your choice and this time not I would face the future alone. Because to Sometimes the bravest thing you can do It’s not fighting, it’s letting someone stand by your side when the fight comes. and the fight definitely was about to arrive.

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