My CEO's Hidden Game
tood outside the gleaming downtown tower of Hewitt Tec
re not on the visitor li
" I said, the word
is expected. A Mr. Blakely. It doe
he was alrea
voice cut through the air. "It' s al
an impeccably tailored suit, looking ev
face, the kind of look that said he o
ording to the nameplate being affi
ile never reaching his eyes. "Come on u
. I followed him into the elevator, my
kyline. He didn't offer me a seat. He just leaned against h
really think she' d pay that much for a glorified piano player? You were a placeh
as a contract. It' s my
ocelyn is mine. She was always mine. You were just a temporary inconvenience. A low-class mus
ing into my collarbone. His charismatic public mask
ou will not come here again. If I see you or hear from you, I will make sure that sister of yours e
rd. "Security! Get this
curious stares of employees, and threw me onto the str
age washing over me. This wasn' t just about mo
ilding, my eyes scanning the concrete floor. I was looking for a tire
tha
rofessional armor gone, replaced by simple jeans and a sweater. Her eyes weren't on my face;
ice barely a whisper. "I knew it was the
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