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which
could be used to disarm another’s temper or mistrust instantly. It was entirely
fake, but then, the best were.
    If eyes really
were the windows to the soul, his would show a man willing to stop at nothing
to achieve his every desire.
    And what he
desired most was power.
    In another hour
he would meet the buyer and make the final arrangements to complete the transaction.
At a price of 100 million dollars U.S., he had no intention of making even the
slightest mistake. Even to him, that amounted to a massive financial windfall.
    He had a short
shower, followed by a long shave as he delicately groomed himself and
considered all the things that such money could afford.
    Luxuries, women,
power…
    He was born into
luxury, although he’d worked hard to improve on the fortune that his father had
left him. As for women, Andrew could have as many as he wanted. However, it
wasn’t just the amount, but the type.
    Like Sarah Clausen,
whom he’d just seduced.
    The daughter of the
billionaire, Edward Worthington, who was the reclusive CEO of Worthington
Enterprises, the multi-billion-dollar start-up tech firm. While her old man
held the title, most people saw her as the brains and poster child of the company.
Unknown to the rest of the general public, or even most employees,
Worthington’s was about to make an announcement. Andrew knew what that
announcement was going to be, but it was the date of it that was going to make
him very rich.
    And for that, he
needed Sarah’s help.
    Sarah was what he
considered a typical heiress to a fortune. Groomed by tutors, educators,
linguists and other specialists since birth, she was the product of the
education that only that sort of money could buy. She’d gone on to become Dux
at Cambridge University when she studied law. Now, at the age of 40, a control
freak in herself and a self-pronounced feminist, she’d managed to avoid
romantic relationships all of her life. When he first studied her, Andrew was
momentarily worried that she was gay, but further scrutiny showed her to be a
workaholic, with standards set much too high for any honest man to meet. Fortunately,
he was as dishonest as a man could be. Currently, she served as senior legal
counsel to her father’s company.
    That’s what brought
her into his life.
    He could take a
strong woman for such money and make her weak. Money in itself buys whores, but
100 million dollars buys power. And with that sort of power, you could take a
strong woman, strip her of everything she has, and reduce her to nothing but a
cheap whore, and inflame her with lust that betrays her own dignities. He felt
himself stiffen again at the thought. Sex for him had little to do with
physical attraction, and everything to do with power.  
    He donned his tailored
suit, with matching blue neck tie.
    An Oxford
graduate with an Master of Business Administration, Andrew had worked at the Bank
of England for nearly a decade before opening his own Merchant Bank. He now earned
more in a day than most did in a lifetime. He specialized in unique
acquisitions, which were as varied as they were expensive. He specialized in
convincing people to sell before they knew they even wanted to.
    Some of his
previous transactions included such wonderful items as a nuclear submarine for
a private buyer, the secret plans for a new type of hydrogen engine, new
pharmacological products, and the remains of one of the Seven Wonders of the
World.
    For the most
part, his transactions were perfectly legal, so long as he didn’t get caught,
on the international playing field that he worked. Some projects more so than
others.
    Today’s
acquisition was on the dangerous end of that scale, and completely destroyed
any pretense of legitimacy.
    He looked at his
watch, an old Rolex. It was ten minutes past nine in the morning. It would be
in his possession by now. The thought made him think about his acquisition. He
smiled happily.
    With a 100-million-dollar
price tag, the risk versus benefit had