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returned from my shock, with my appetite gone. That message is the la

meet with Andrea; that's a known fact. The unknown fact is I am not even prepared to hear from

. Maia is right. I can't possibly call quit everything I've worked for all my life. It only takes one step to begin the j

id not stray far from the wall clock in front of me. It feels like hours. Twice I ca

nation letter as soon as I heard his name at the merger-acquistion party. But, no, here am I regretting every minute of

into the waistband of my dress. To complete my look, I choose silver four inches Louis Vuitton stilettos, and at 5'2, I'm shorter than most women; heels make me feel powerful. I just hope it won't fail me today because I'll be needing my powers when I get to th

steps out of the office. He looks my way, and with a slight nod o

fidence evaporate from my body. The chilly feeling of having to see this man

will I tell Mai

ut on a smile and l

nk y

ecretary smiles kindly at me. She is wearing

tting the door behind me. My eyes find him standi

s how his shoulders went from relaxed to rigid. He tu

m the front. No missing those stormy blue eyes, full of con

made him even better-looking, unfortunately. He’s got razor-sharp cheekbones, a jaw

name in a husky whisper, s

it before. The split second he used in assessing me from head to toe feels like an eternity. My palms are sweating profusely, m

same, too. Deep

d to set eyes again on this man. And how I have m

ian leathered cushion in his extremely spacious office. Da

tark, expensively appointed dark wood furnishings, a gorgeous Turkish

It was an office fit for a king. And by the time I turn to

gry, ver

most is the expression on his face, drawn, hard, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his neck st

nd last trip together has vanished, replaced by this stranger with fierce, mistrustful eyes.

e steadily for heart-stopping moments, and I didn't overlook the battle in his eyes. The emotions that wage f

e him. The smell of old

o numb, and my throat becomes so dry words would scratch it. 'Maia would be so proud' again, my subconscious airs her ugly voice. Abruptly, Andrea turns towards the couch and sits down while I walk to the opposite couch and sit down so close to the edge

sks, averting h

ht to the point” I shifted even closer to th

g as Head of accounti

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t a date for another meeting and pass the information to my secretary. I want to have a new

hich I stared wide-eyed at him, awaiting his response. Still, the look in his eyes holds a thousand daggers. I had asked him a question that

urs, he ended the silence

“if I weren’t going to be there, I wouldn’t h

painful silence, but this time the constant tapping of his right foot ma

or now.” He snaps and

adjusting the fringe of my skirt, picking my

rt literally did a double somersault and scattered to pieces. Although it is sti

like that of the cold man I just spent half an hour talking to, no. This was different, his expression of uncertainty, need, and hurt. At that moment I wanted t

see me, not that I deserve it. His smile is as wide and beautiful as I remembered cracking the s

th his size and say, it would be tough not to get intimidated by this giant. I could tell he was ha

en” eyes looking

od," I answer wi

y good.” he gives a low whistle,

answered as his attention went quickly from me to An

He was the only white horse, and I thought after what I did, he might hate me like the rest. Still, here is he all smiling and giddy. " it's nice seeing you again, John, see

p breath I didn't know was holding, all the while in his office, leaves my throat.'That went well, or n