One Night With My Billionaire Boss

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tion. Some looks were confused, others were openly hostil

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rched toward the elevators.

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oard meeting,

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to design. He knew she was talented-or at least, he suspected she had po

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ply. "Finley left something

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said, his tone leavin

receptionist, a girl who usually ignored her

said this

tting on a concrete bench nea

of simple, strong ginger broth wafted out. It wasn't a generi

was no

of being angry that she might be hind

was... kind. In a twi

through her chest, settling her

as parked in the shadows. The tinted r

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ty logs from the pharmacy

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in her hand. It was a high-end brand, likely worth more than her w

er to the trash can and dropped the expensive thermo

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