place where ambition thrived and mistakes were punished in silence. Amelia walked throu

ved her first

mposter in a borrowed suit, praying

e he wore, but far enough to feel completely insignificant. She had reviewed the assistant's guide

voice through the inte

th the receiver. "Righ

a few minutes. Every time he looked at her, it was like he saw right thro

r-to-ceiling window, London's skyline shimmering behind him. H

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thing out of a magazine, wealth, power, and brooding silenc

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beat too long. "The

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n fix

on

st looked at each other, not boss and assistant, not billionaire and gir

t her desk proofreading an even

cold as

tailored white pantsuit, polished, pois

or

abella Wycliffe. Old friend. Well, more l

ia. Nice t

riously, like someone inspecting a new handbag. "He'

ur head down, dear. And don't fa

her perfume lingering l

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wn, part of her wa

e came through t

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