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KAI'S POV

The letter lay on my desk, its bold black lettering almost jeering at me. "Hartmann Enterprises," it said, the unmistakable invitation from none other than Michael Hartmann, one of Berlin's most powerful players. Or rather, from Zara and Michael Hartmann. Each time I thought of that proposal of partnership, the anger seemed to crawl up my neck in burning waves.

Zara was back, and not only was she back, but under the arm of one of the most powerful men in Europe-how did she even pull it off? The last I saw of her, she was nothing but a quiet little girl, afraid to say her word, afraid to stand alone. Now, she seemed to have found that confidence, not just enough to leave me but stake her claim with someone like Michael.

But I knew Zara- better than anyone else could. At least, I thought so.