My Ghost Husband Is My Billionaire Boss

her coffee while Maya recounted t

with mischief, "if a guy like your boss, Nolan Sin

ed, wiping her mouth. "First of all, Mr. Sinclair is married. An

planning, the expensive gifts he'd been researc

hat makes your Hank Miller look ev

As long as Grandma is happy, I'm fine. My career is my priority now." She

usual morning buzz was replaced by a tense silence. People moved about w

is face grim. He gave her a look that s

rabbed the morning reports and pus

uter screen, but his focus was clearly elsewhere. His jaw was clenched so tightly a m

the files on the desk," he said,

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a terrible fight. The wife must have rejected his peace offering. T

ving a trail of terrified executives in his wake. He tore apart financial reports, evi

a frigid, cutting professionalism that was somehow worse. He communicated in

chine. "He definitely got dumped," he whispered, his eye

a sliver of pity for the unknown Mrs. Sinclair. To provoke thi

ough the glass wall as she efficiently handl

unflappable competence. She was

ce of the woman who had laughed with another man while he planned thei

ouldn't his wife be more like this woman

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he called her into his office. He tossed a thick proj

e said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Ha

as a weapon, a way to vent the rage he couldn't direct at its true source. And ma

ice steady. She picked up the binder