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CHLOE MATTHEWS KNEW she was about to do something wrong, so very wrong, but she could not stop herself. She was a journalist first and her curiosity had gotten the best of her. It has probably gotten her into more trouble that she would even care to admit.
Pulling her Mercedes along the curb, she stared at the house she was about to enter. Very few people knew what business actually went on inside of this place. She had called to ask if she could come by. This was one place that you never stopped by without an appointment beforehand.
This case had her intrigued, and she could not stop investigating her hunches. Chloe opened her door and made her way up the walkway. Once at the door, she grasped the Venetian bronze knocker and rapped it twice against the plate.
A very muscular bodyguard answered the door. “I have an appointment. Chloe Matthews.”
“She’s expecting you. Come this way.”
Brandi Vidrine greeted Chloe, “Let’s go outside to talk, shall we?”