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“We work with my people to produce the story.”

“A story you're allowing me to print.”

“A story nobody else will have.”

Damn him.

Because that's the hook. And he knows it.

Thirty days.

Unprecedented access.

Mitchell Knight behind closed doors.

The billionaire nobody can interview voluntarily inviting me into his life. Every instinct I've developed over my career is screaming that there's something wrong with this.

Something he's not telling me.

Maybe that's exactly why I want to say yes.

Because Mitchell Knight doesn't do anything without a reason.

And if he thinks letting me live inside his world for thirty days will stop me from finding his secrets?

He clearly doesn't know me very well.

Yet. I look down at the NDA.

Then back at him.

“Separate bedrooms.”

His eyebrows rise.

“I don't recall suggesting otherwise.”

Heat explodes across my face.

“I was establishing parameters.”

“Of course.”

“And I don't sleep with sources.”

His icy blue eyes warm. Actually fucking warm.

“Good to know.”

My pulse jumps. I ignore it.

Thirty days to get my story. That's all this is.

I reach for the folder.

“I'm having my attorney and my editor read this.”

“I'd be disappointed if you didn't.”