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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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
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widened. "Th
handshake was brief but firm-an unspoken ac
ents
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