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executive office. Her fingers gripped two printed private jet confirmations f
d a frantic rhyth
de into the room. He wore a custom-tailored Tom Ford suit, his
ward. She held out the
straight past her extended hand and heade
generous measure of bourbon. The sharp sound
n a shallow,
ce trembling. "About the it
cold, dark eyes scanned her from head to toe, assess
this weekend," he stated. His tone wa
lock her knees to stay standing. She bit down on her lower lip, tastassive mahogany desk. Sh
e said. Her voice was barely a
m of his crystal glass. A low, m
en them. His tall frame blocked out the sunlight fr
aw like a steel vise, forcing her head up. She h
ivian," he said softly. "You are a
away, but his grip was immovable. The physical domina
ety," Landon continued, his thumb digging into her c
her cheek and dropped onto the polished
the wet spot. His uppe
pulled out a silk handkerchief, and wiped his fingers. He wiped
d a drawer, pulled out a checkbook, and signed his name. He tore the check out
yes already shifting to the hedge fund data on his monitors. "
er glared under the desk lamp. The sheer humili
she took a physical step back, putting dis
ment. He frowned, adjus
patience, Vivi
ark hair fell forward, hiding the s
and," she
r legs felt like they were made of lead.
ismissive snort. The sound of
d the cold brass doorknob. He
onditioned air of the hallway hit her face,
nd her. The sound severed her completely
l wall of the corridor. She reached in
er contacts to a saved nu
e screen for three seconds. H
resse
d only five words: I
le, rigid face. The soft swoosh of the sent mes

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