ears ago, Zara wouldn't have been allowed through the front doors. Today, t

nd a pair of black stilettos that clicked sharply agai

Thwack

ance," Chloe whispered, adjusting her glasses as

d itself into a tight knot, but her face remained a perfect, unreadable mask. She had practiced thi

ors slid open w

with expensive modern art. At the end of the

out and pushed

the city. Ten men and women in expensive suits sat arou

idn't see

y onto the man sitting a

n Ste

awline was sharp enough to cut glass, and his broad shoulders strained against his custom made ch

Design have arrived," an older man

he muttered, his voice deep and raspy. "Let's get

he room. The crimson suit

ven, Mr. Sterling," Zara said. Her voic

an f

d stopped moving.

a split second, Zara saw the ruthless billionaire completely short circuit. His eyes

ing rain five years ago. Only, this wasn't his fragile,

as barely a whisper, but in the de

down, crossing her legs elegantly. She didn't break eye contact. "I am Zara Va

en Lucian and Zara, clearly confused by the heav

ched them into fists to hide it. His eyes darted over her face, her hair, her expen

ck with an emotion she couldn't quit

re for business, Mr. Sterling. Keep it professional, or my team will walk out of that doo

her for a long, agonizing moment. Then, he d

tood

d, his eyes never leavin

ve blinked. "Sir?

, his voice bouncing off the gl

led out the door, dragging Chloe along wi

complete