tant appointments. He didn't ask any question, but just listene

, but told a story about the people who ruined h

planning to do t

ugh for s

for everything they did to her. She wanted to take her son

ulian furrowed hi

ind. But there's nothi

g you want with the

ut of this. Out of being the helpless girl they once knew. I ne

nd leaned back on his seat. "Then

*

XT MOR

. Her long, brown hair had been dyed into ashy brown that was curled and styled to frame her fac

dn't wast

uilt into one of the main rooms in the mansion. Now, it was lined with

Calla and they had talked for hours while testing different looks

understood t

d into a pair of nude stilettos. Her fitted pencil skirt hugged her waist pe

e fragile and helpless girl he had brought into his home weeks ago. But behind that confident and compo

gave a small nod in return. Then Darryl, who was also dressed in a black

irst day

in return and responded.

ful nod and Julian fi

n part of the real world. The orphanage had been her only home, and after t

her chance. H

an added after noticing

th and smiled. She rea

with silver letters at the top: "VOSSCORP GLOBAL." Calla bli

massive, with high ceilings and white marble floors that gleamed under the light

ts and files. Everyone looked busy and professional, but wh

said briefly to Calla. "I have a few

and Calla turned to Darryl, still trying to pro

xpression. "It's a lot

lot. I didn't know he

is number one quality, you know. There's a lot mor

h the building, Darry

vestment group, but it also handles real estate, energy d

s widened.

so his tech company which is based in the capita

reign investors. "He sits on the board of five other companies,

belief. "Why would someone like hi

rust people easily. If he's chosen you

old plaques, and framed articles from international magazines. Calla stopped in front

lion-dollar deal," Darryl said. "He doesn't talk abo

with awe. He was her boss, the same man s

nued walking. "He rebuilds lives. He's helped orphanages, hospital

had just said because she was one of the lives he had sav

she suddenly paused. There was a television hanging high on the wall in the corn

ces New Engagement, Confirming He's a

orn via surrogacy... Her child. Each night, as she lay alone in bed, her thoughts always drifted to th

of feeling them grow inside her, and holding the dead twin in her arms had never left her. Not o

woman beside him. She was Fiona Penrose, the woman he

's hands slowly curled into fists by her sides. Her heart b

n when she was out of his life and trying to star

called out and imme

oticed she wasn't beside him anymore. When he finally saw h

are you

fixed on the screen as if watching a ghost parade across it

him? That's

nd turned to face him with a soft, composed smile.

n her for a second longer, before turning b

id, straightening her shoulders. "I w

it affect her job. This was her second chance a