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Chapter 4 Ground Rules

Word Count: 1156    |    Released on: 24/09/2026

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floor. I was painfully aware of the people walking past, the phones ringing, the normal everyday sounds of an offic

e blinds,

blinked

. Unless you want everyone out

ed over, turning the transparent walls into solid w

dropped into one of the chairs across from his desk. "Of all the companies i

hand and sat down in his chair. "

her inter

I was i

know. I w

ose to a smile flickered across his face before h

amily tree. Your father hired me. He never mentioned his son's name, and forgive

r en

boss. Do you understand how insane that sounds? I haven't e

dy kn

face and groaned. "I should quit. Right now. I sh

N

ands and looke

full of grown men sit up straight. "My father chose you out of dozens of applicants. He doesn't

will gossip about you for a week and then move on. Me? I'll be the girl

n't ge

you promi

me. And neither of us has any reason to share." He held my g

s telling me to think about this clearly. I needed this job. Not wanted. Needed. My grandmother's medication was expensive. Samuel's community

osition would mean start

through my teet

oo

e need

ed an eyebr

ndex finger. "First, no one finds out about the marriage. Not your frien

ree

ned in Miami stays in Miami. We don't talk about i

ree

ofessional. You are my boss. I am your assistant. Th

moment, his green eyes un

e sooner this marriage disappears, the sooner I can

so fast I almost missed it. Was that... hurt? No. That

k in a way that told me the conversation was over. "Franklin is alrea

my blouse. "Is there anything el

h twitched. "My coffee

the handle when his phone rang. He picked it up an

ll me you hav

d started learning the schedule. But something in the way Xander's posture changed

?" His voice drop

d open and something raw and angry poured through. He press

me we can't ge

to my shoes. I tu

his face sent a chill down my spine. He low

d quietly, "cl

. My hand w

n?" I asked. "W

ct style and leaving it messy and wild. He looked like a different person; younger, mor

complicatio

d of comp

ime since I had walked into this off

t kind of co

onto mine, and the weight of what he was saying pressed down on my chest like a

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