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she really didn't have a choice unless she wanted to suffer the consequences. He'd done all this and still the bitch somehow managed to escape. He would find her, he had no doubt. When he did, he would teach her why nobody ran out on him. If a tiny slip of woman thought she could get away with insulting him this way... Well, he was just going to have to teach her another lesson.
    The ghost of smile on his lips that had appeared as he thought of all the lovely ways to punish Nicole for her defection changed to a scowl as his office door flew open and Kenneth, one of his earliest acquisitions, rushed his desk.
    "What have I told you about asking for permission before entering!” he shouted.
    Kenneth retreated several steps back. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, cowering.
    Adam watched as the young telepath danced on the balls of his feet. He was obviously fearful at breaking the rules, but desperate to relate his information.
    "Well, what is it?” he said exasperated.
    "You told us to keep an eye on any transactions occurring on Ms Holland's accounts. She just withdrew a substantial amount of money from her savings."
    He quickly stood, circled the desk, grabbed Kenneth's shirt and yanked him inches away from his face. “Where is she?” he growled.
    "We're working on it, sir. Jasper is trying to hack into the banking system to find the branch location of her withdrawal. However, the new firewall program is one he hasn't encountered before. It's going to take time."
    He pushed Kenneth away and the small body hit the door of his office with a hard thud.
    "You go tell Jasper I want that information five minutes ago. If he doesn't have it by the end of today, he will be punished in front of the others tomorrow. Let him know he is to report to me personally when he has her exact location."
    "Yes, sir.” Kenneth clutched the handle of the door and left the office as quickly as possible.
    Adam paced in circles for a minute. The vein in his neck pounded in time with each step. They were so close to finding the faithless whore and she still managed to slither away. He would know where she was by the end of the day or there would be hell to pay. He picked up the lead crystal glass and slammed back the remaining seventy-year-old scotch. The fiery liquid seared his throat and churned his stomach. The conflagration burned his senses, and he launched the glass towards the wood panel wall, watching dispassionately as it shattered. Lead crystal rained down, catching the sunlight filtering through the large window, and tiny prisms littered the oriental carpet.
    He stalked to the door, wrenched it open and took several steps into the foyer. “Lenora!” he shouted. His voice echoed off the marble and stone filling the expanse of the house.
    A few seconds later, a small woman ran into the hall from the back of the house that led to the kitchen. She quickly fell to her knees before him.
    "Yes, Alpha?"
    "Clean up the glass in my office. And don't you dare get any blood on my carpet if you cut yourself."
    "Yes, sir. Right away."
    He watched as she scampered into his office and his sensitive ears picked up the sounds of glass pieces hitting each other as she gathered them off the floor. He threw open the back door, walked across the stone patio then out onto the grass. He was scheduled to be down in the labs for the latest round of trials in an hour, but he knew if he didn't blow off some steam first, there was a good chance he would do irreparable damage to the subjects. Punishment was one thing, but there was no sense in damaging the goods to the point where they would be useless when the time came to implement the final stages of his master plan.
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    Nicole pushed against the arms imprisoning her. “That's impossible!"
    "No it's truth,” Jaryn corrected.
    "I'm not one of you! I'll never be one of you! I won't have it!” She took several steps back and held out her arms to halt Jaryn from gathering her back into his arms.
    "Easy. I won't