BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

er, Julian Saint Clair, billionaire CEO of the empire that bore his name, stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling windows

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oward him with effortless poise. "What could p

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ted her h

ord, he walked past her. She watched him go, curiosity f

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own the marble corridor

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replied, her voice sweet, her c

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disappeared through. Her eyes lingered, unreada

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lian's secretary, Albert

d. "Any applicants for

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ried herself with a bold kind of grace, her appearance still a mix of elegance

aid in a soft, husky voice

terview

her answers measured and insightful. She held herself with quiet confidence, and ev

the room had shifted-curi

ng," the interviewer said war

widened. "Th

handshake was brief but firm-an unspoken ac

ents

clicking in rapid beats on the polished

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