Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

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The once hot-headed youth had become more sophisticated. He was now capable of exacting revenge on me by laying a trap for four years.

My gaze swept over to Silas, who sat calmly and seemed unsurprised by the relationship between Pete and me. It was clear that he had known all along, which further confirmed my suspicions.

Pete crossed his arms, pouting his lower lip to blow away his bangs that were starting to poke into his eyes.

He smirked and asked, "Do you admit defeat now? If you're unwilling to admit that you've lost, no problem. Drink these two bottles of vodka, and I'll let you go. We'll have a battle of our wits again next time."

In the past, I might have thrown the vodka in his face and walked away without a care. But now, my hard-earned job opportunity would be jeopardized if I displeased Pete.

I needed to make money!

I no longer had anything to fall back on to retaliate against him. I was neck deep in 87 million dollars of debt, so I had no choice but to be pragmatic.

I smiled and said, "I admit defeat. I never said I didn't. If I drink this, will you let me join Mr. Harmon's firm?"

was no joke. Downing

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from my tongue to my

Pete. "I'll drink this now. Watch closely, Mr.

played the role of an obsequious people pleaser to perfection. Pleasing Pete wasn't scary; I would be worse off if I didn't have any money and

the vodka. The way the alcohol stung my throat made it feel like I was swallowing shards of glass.

didn't expect me to take it seriously. His intention was likely just to give me a hard time while I was job hunting. I could see

stop me either. He stood back with his arms crossed and watched things play out. Pete's chair

and I'll make Silas

to his taunt and gripped the glass tightly. Then, I

latest case. It involved a company being accused of money laundering. Hundreds of billions of dollars were instantly labeled

funds.

even a small

shrugged and said, "Forget it. I might not even live to take up. work if I drink more than two

stood up and pushed down my glass gracefully. He smiled and said, "Ariana, Pete was just teasing you. Admitting your loss will work better than