Contract Marriage To The Coldhearted Tycoon

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d stepped out into the cold, the wind biting through her wrinkled uniform.

the faint bruise at her neck. The doors opened to the open-plan office-and silence. Conversat

nd immediately dropped his gaze to his keyboard. Others did the s

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ood ch

peared at his glass door.

he door behind her. Preston stood behind his desk

ed a change in project leader

he leather back of the chair. "Give me one logical reason, Preston. My

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nd to silence her. "Upper manage

memos on his desk. A thick manila folder stamp

reat echoed in her ears: I will pers

ital. Fallon Kirk pulled strings, didn't she? She thr

ved it into a drawer. "Drop the conspiracy theories. Y

u're sacrificing your best e

rattling his coffee mug. "You're

. The silence was deafening. She returned to her desk, grabbed her personal notes, shoved them int

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gh the floor. Pain shot up her arm, but she welcomed it. Anything to drown out the

her coat and

sped in her lap, watching the clock tick. Her body still hummed with residual exhaustion-and something else. Ever

daline, I'm sorry. Angus's latest experimental treatment was d

five thousand dollars due by the end of the week. She folded it mechanicall

hest rising in slow, shallow breaths. She took his cold hand, squ

he whispered. Her voice cracked.

d bodies. She changed into her black uniform in the cramped breakroom, her reflection

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station. Took the stool

r across the mahogany until

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knuckles white. "How did you find

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h her. This man wasn't just arrogant. He was dangerous. He'd tracked

forcing steel into her v

is dark eyes held

etly. "I believe you'll find i