A deceit deal with the ruthless billionaire CEO

f Andrew Sinclair's penthouse, the view was breathtaking, but to her, it was just a cold reflection of a life she could never have.Victoria sat on the edge

" she responded, her hands shaking but her voice firm. I want a genuine opportunity. A chance to exonerate myself. You can provide that. Andrew observed her, his gaze fixed on hers. She could sense his assessment, his judgement. But he didn't see pity in her. It was more frigid, more deliberate, something different. He viewed a tool as an asset. That much was evident. Confident in his stance and every action, he leaned forward and joined his hands on the desk. I don't negotiate with folks who lack knowledge of the worth of those agreements. His voice was quiet, nearly condescending. Miss Harrington, you are in need. Your eyes reveal your need. Her jaw set. She was not frantic. Still, she had nothing left to lose. Andrew went on, his voice softer as if trying to catch her like a fish caught on a line, "I'm giving you more than a career, Victoria." Your approach to redeem yourself is not just in the eyes of the media but also in the eyes of the people who matter, Victoria. Should you be ready to contribute, you will be more than simply a reporter. You will be the woman who returned from the ashes. His words made her swallow; they pressed down on her like a smothering cover. Her feet were planted to the ground, so she wished to walk away and say no. This was her moment. Her only shot. "What do you want in exchange?" she enquired, her voice calm in spite of the tempest of uncertainty in her head. Andrew didn't skip a beat. I want an image revamp. The press and my brother's disgrace have damaged my standing. I want someone to assist me in cleaning up my mess so the world can see I am able to recover. "You are precisely what I need," he said, pointing to her with icy accuracy. The mistreated woman, the fallen golden girl the system unjustly brought down. It's the ideal tale. The idea made Victoria's stomach knot. He was taking advantage of her. He was using her as a pawn in his game of redemption. But she could not pass up an offer like this. Not when it was the only thing separating her from total anonymity. "What do I receive?" she enquired, her voice more cautious and gentler now. The first indication of amusement in Andrew's gaze was a smirk on his lips. Miss. Harrington, your career back. Plus a front-row view of the largest narrative of the decade. You wish to know the reality regarding Langston's scandal? The genuine narrative behind it all? I'll let you have it. Everything you need to reclaim your life back, cleanse your