The Murderer in Room 405

The Murderer in Room 405

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 28, 2023
Matthias James, billionaire by 'blood', owns a multimillion-dollar 5-Star hotel chain, 7 speakeasies around the city, and a few strip clubs here and there. He hasn't had the best life he raised himself with his parents always working, his only company being Amelia, his father's live-in 'assistant'. His parent's plane was hijacked on their way to Columbia for a meeting with an ally. Since then, he's been head of the family company, and he has to keep the name in line.
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