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tenth time. She was a bundle of nerves, because by the end of today

reedom, and to finally escape a m

swung open. Clara st

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ly pictured in the tabloids stumbling out of high-end nightclubs

broad-shouldered, and dressed in a bespoke dark gray suit tailored with flawless,

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was

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room to hide in the archive library. She had kicked off her heels and quietly read a thic

terly captivated by her quiet glow and the genuine

cross the room, another man had walked in and possessively wrapped an arm around her shoulders

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the Sterling financial empire, a man who controlled more liquid assets than the GDP of

second, he m

ave him the chance to talk to

took a step forward and enveloped her hand in his. His grip was wa

polished wooden table. Clara slid a

e her nerves. "One year. A strictly platonic relationship. Absolute division

folder. The header re

almost imperceptibly on the word "love," a subtle c

her eyes. He saw the profoun

Montblanc pen from

," he

"You haven't even discussed th

nce." Alexander signed the heavy

llegible, his scrawled, jagged ink co

oning his suit jacket. "We are

up at him.

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purse, her heart r

sedan was idli

mily for thirty years, stepped out and opened the rear door. He looked a

hot Marcus

clear, and full of

arcus," Alexa

he was in a bit of a rush,