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nned. By the time the train pulled into Penn Station, she had a strateg

rling Corp, overnight ba

tared. A few offered weak smiles before snapping back to t

o her hands. "The crisis plan for the Euro acco

ace professional

ith a look balanced between sympathy and warning. "He's... not in a good mood

mic view of the city he owned. Julian stood with his

n. "So the ru

, laced with cold

desk with a firm thud. "Which is more than I can say for

ith sleeplessness, but they burned. He lo

rd, hands flat on the desk. "You embarrasse

with HR's seal, officially rejecting her resignation appeal

unior employee's mistake. Corrected." His

o your job. And you will r

desk, fingers tracing

t tou

ch you. A promotion. A raise. A corner of

want your money. I want

med the desk.

never be with another man, Chloe. Not as long as

ss left no room for doubt. Fi

her shoulders slump. Le

u win. I'

at her,

hitting her hard, and my brother Ryan is barely holding it together. I need to be with them. Two we

ace. All he found

minute

ng. Every night. If you miss a single call, the deal is off.

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ight, not letting him see

ction until she found a quiet coffee shop three blocks away. She ordered a black coffee and collapsed

e. Treatment delayed. Insurance issue. Please c

ry to in

clean-cut, holding a medical journal. His expression was h

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rying to set us up for weeks. She cornered me after rounds and made me promise." His smile fade

d. But Ethan's eyes were kind, and his hesitation was

ush strangers in coffee shops. You

. "She is. She told

ai." He set down his journal. "And yo

must have flinched, because hi

s is clearly no

long day. A

Then he glanced at his watch. "I have to get back. Surgery in an hour. B

y heading ba

tomorrow." He scribbled on a napkin. "This will sound insane given how badly t

e table. A phone number. Bel

an wasn't here. Julian didn't own her soul. This kind, hesita

I'd lik

free. No rush." He paused at the door. "Whatever kind of day you

he napkin in