The Billionaire's Blueprint
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ng the collar of the only white blouse she
et it show in her reflection. Her heart had been pounding fr
it didn't
, really. The competition was insane, and she knew
she'd assumed it was just
nowhere, a
igious fashion and design conglomerates in Europe. Getting a fo
ting them fall into place the way they always did
bed her slim folder of printed designs,
e time like it would somehow start working against her.
ed her fol
e told herself. Don
Xavier was like try
ate last night when she caved and sear
x-standing beside international CEOs and media
is. CEO of
rly dropped
ust a glance... was the very man whose com
d him. He wasn't copied. There was n
e, she had told herself
ering glass headquarters of LV Gr
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loors of sheer luxury, guarded by suited doorm
best outfit. Polished marble floors, a waterfall wall behind reception, an
d the counter smiled politely. "Yes,Miss Bella. You're e
Her mouth was dry. The mirrored interior of the elevator gave her nowhere to hide.
pened with
ng smelled like expensive coffee and discipline. A young man greeted her at the HR
people entered: two women in smart business wear, and
a firm handshake. "I'm Clara, Head of Creative Talent.
ngs. Bella's voice di
about her inspirations, her design process, her portfolio. Bella answered each one
ork, nodding, occasionally exchang
f a dual-purpose evening dress Bella had designed, "w
Last
didn'
ully. "But I learned a
of her glasses. "Some would've ta
I don't design to win prizes. I des
silence. Then Clara gave
ell. Better th
e door
xpecting maybe
ead... i
vi
ng the room. A dark navy suit, no tie, the top butt
eart almo
the briefest second-but that second lasted t
delib
he had
ard. "I needed to speak with Clara, but I di
e he was a king. "Just finishing u
lid back to Bel
ss.
voice steadier than she
ce. "I'll wa
one. Bella, we'll be in touch ver
ay to the door. Her steps were calm, but her pulse was wild. A
low and silken. "Welcome t
head slightly.
smi
sterious.
she knew-this wasn't