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prises. She clutched her purse, her only possession. HR would have the conten

uriosity and caution. No one approached her. In Beck F

ving glass doors, her face etched with worry. "O

he'd been holding back burned at the back of her

ed, her voice a furious whi

he shame was a physical weight, pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Al

bre

se of the street, a sound she

alk, looking utterly out of place amongst the sea

his hair a mess. He rushed toward her, his face

id, reaching for her hands. "Just

ad broken up with him a month ago, after f

said, her voice flat an

te lunches, couriers rushing past. Many of her colleagues, lingering outside for a coffee break, recogn

Over? Just like that? Because I made one little mistake? Di

her raw nerves. The irony was so

them. "Hey, man, back

arm, his grip surprisingly strong. "Aubree, just talk to me. Five m

g to wrench her arm free. His fin

d with humiliation. To be suspended by a billionaire and publicly harassed

tood at his window, watching the ugly

e ex-boyfriend, sir," he reported, his voice neutral. "Jordy

ouldn't make out every detail in the chaos, but he saw Jordyn's hand clamped around Aubree's arm, her face

desperation was tipping into

m your new sugar daddy?" he snar

r life. Inside was her wallet, her keys, her life.

on the grand stage of Wall Street. And high above, a pair of stormy gray eyes