Chapter 10 - The Viewing Room
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The private viewing room overlooked the grand ballroom of the hotel behind a wall of one-way glass. Below, the city’s elite drank champagne and negotiated multi-million dollar deals in the shadows of the charity auction.
Trevor was thrown violently into a hard wooden chair in the center of the dark room.
He groaned, clutching his ribs, terrified to look up.
The heavy door clicked shut. Footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor.
Trevor raised his head. Roman Mercer stood in front of him, slipping off his tuxedo jacket and slowly rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. The scars on his forearms spoke of a violent, brutal past that Trevor could not even fathom.
“I told you that your last peaceful afternoon was behind you, Trevor,” Roman said, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. “And yet, here you are, screaming my wife’s name in public like a rabid dog.”
“Please,” Trevor begged, tears streaming down his dirty face. “I lost my job. My fiancé left me. I have absolutely nothing! You won! Just let me go!”
“I haven't won anything,” Roman replied, leaning against the edge of a mahogany table. “Winning implies a contest. This is an extermination.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I kicked her! I’ll do anything!” Trevor sobbed, falling to his knees on the floor.
The door opened again.
Sadi walked into the room. The dim light caught the millions of dollars of diamonds at her throat. She looked down at the man sobbing on the floor.
Three years ago, seeing him cry would have broken her heart. She would have rushed to comfort him, to tell him everything would be okay.
Now, she felt absolutely nothing but a cold, clinical detachment.
“Sadi!” Trevor choked out, crawling toward her. “Sadi, please, tell him to stop! You know me! I’m a good guy, I just made a mistake!”
Arthur stepped forward to kick Trevor away, but Sadi raised a single, manicured hand.
Arthur stopped instantly, bowing his head in obedience.
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Sadi stepped closer to Trevor, looking down at him with eyes that had finally learned the true meaning of power.
“You aren't a good guy, Trevor,” Sadi said softly.
