BILLIONAIRE REDEMPTION
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eart pounding like a drum. The meeting with Dominic Moretti was a blur, but one th
hill, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Sh
o? Are we doomed,
faintly and
month. Let's meet at the st
her. Her thoughts were a chaotic mess, cycling between relief and apprehension. Dominic Moretti h
as he was captivating, a man whose presence filled the room and demanded attention. Soph
io was her life, and she'd figh
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the windows and casting a golden glow on the canvases that lined the walls.
l with a cup of coffee in hand. "So?" sh
nearby chair and sighed. "I co
minic Moretti to give you a month? I can
is place isn't just a business-it's a community.
. "Curious?
uneasy. "Or about why I'm so determined. Either way, I don't car
pression softening. "Alri
shops, organize an art exhibit, and invite the community to participate. If
oesn't?" Mia
isting. "Then at least we'll kno
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him like a kingdom he had conquered. But his thoughts were miles aw
onest-a stark contrast to the sycophants and opportunists who usually surrounded him. Ther
rs were unimpressive-a small business with minimal revenue, barely breaking even. By all accounts,
d himself it was curiosity, nothing more. He want
rom his thoughts. It was a call
"I just saw the note about Hart's Art Stud
nic replied smoothly. "Not
board won't like it. That proper
is voice hardening. "This is
relented. "Understood. But don't
rk playing on his lips. He thrived on challenges, and something
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d, emails were sent, and the studio buzzed with activity. Word spread quickly,
The studio was filled with laughter and creativity as kids painted, sculpted, and expressed themsel
was what the studio was all about-bringing people to
ty. She knew this was just the beginning. Winning over Dominic
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p the studio, her phone buzzed wi
s your progre
heart skipping a beat. There
well, Mr. Moretti.
came almos
hope you're prepa
n igniting within her. He was testing her, playing
on't plan t
was only the beginning of a much larger battle-one that
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