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y. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Is he offering me a job?

ot sure I’d fit in here. I cannot stand your presence… I cannot stand your b

ecimen of a man cocked his head to one side, in

y, and I’m not blonde. I said internally as I heaved a

. I tore my eyes away from his scrutiny and stared blindly down at my knotted fingers. " You are the human definition of

y c

my files into my carry-on. His

having our comp

e said, polite as ever. As I rose

nge or a threat, I was not sure which. I frowned. When will we ever meet again? I al

he odd current between us was still there. It

oving with slight sturdy dignit

He gave me a small smile. Obviously, he was referring to my

dened. I’m glad you find me entertaining, I bellowed inwardly, w

your boss asked?

diculously aware of my surroundings, I shrugged it on. Mr. Teroz placed his hands for a moment on my shoulders. I gulped at the contact. If he noticed my reaction, he

orway beside the elevator with one hand on the wall. He really was very, very good-looking. It was distracting—his perfectly sculptured lips. He moved,

he said as

lips before tinkering the tip of his

natto," he

, staggering once, but fortunately not plunging onto the immaculate sandstone floor. I raced for the wide glass doors, and I was free in the br

is civility? Wealth? Power? Or that one time so many years ago? Did he remember…did he recognize me? I don’t und

verreacting to something that was a moment flick. Okay, so he was very beautiful, complacent, domineering, and self-assured– bu

nd saw my best friend June, waiting for me at the company

wear a sour expression on two vague occasions. One; someone had eaten her glazed doughnut or the pastry s

to his office when you get back

s with the

e but I thin

I narrowe

nded over to him in completion of your internship for a

tion for what? I

laced the call. you are to…" I ignored her and pushed past

wo-year-old boss said the second I stepped foot into h

this? I'm not leaving h

les. He wants you

ha