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starting her morning wrestling with a stubborn coffee machine. Steam hissed

pat out half a shot of coffee, then died. She stared at the pitiful puddle in her mug.

t, settled her credit card bills, and figured out why her heater sounded like a dying walrus. Balancing he

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t. He stood in his sprawling glass-walled office, scrolling through reports on a sleek

," Greg said, glancing at Damien's sharp

ed up, cutting through Greg

rman is insisting on, uh, a family-centric partnership

ily-centric? Are we merging co

... suggested that you appear more

city below. Damien tapped his fingers against the d

n his chair, "if Harrow wants a

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ich, as usual, was code for "Let's throw ridiculous ideas at the wall and see which one sticks." She spent

r phone buzzed. It was a mess

e's asking questions about you.

wned, ty

t kind of

d like he stepped out of a

ly a debt collector or someone I accidentally

ttled in her stom

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and ready to collapse into bed. She barely had time to k

oked like he belonged in a magazine ad for luxury watches. His tailored suit fit

win

She folded her arms, lean

amien

f-assured tone grated on her nerves.

presence almost suffoca

ck on my door like you're auditioning for The God

expression didn't falter. "

even your real name-I don't k

," Damien cut in, his v

fiance faltered, replaced by a fl

c." He gestured toward the hallway, where Mrs. Grad

pped aside. "Fine. But if you try an

mirked.

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arms, watching as Damien surveyed her small apart

id, though his tone

do you want with me, and why are

"Let's just say your father made a deal he couldn't

at's impossible. My fath

remains: you're the only one who can fix this. And before

oever Damien Cross was, he wasn't just som

she was caugh