From Silk to Steel

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ightly in her hand and glanced at

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the receptionist down a sleek hall

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, then shut it again

o the same. She perched on the edge of the leather chair, acute

he papers in front of him. "And I'm going to assume ev

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fingers. "So tell me, Miss S

cause I need this job.

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knows how to sur

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with interest. He studied her closely.

to lose everything overnight. I've learned how to make coffee, take the subway, and fight for things I used to take for grante

ilence f

pectedly,

of expression that was half

ching for a folder. "I like broken

nched a

to me directly. Your title is Executive Assistant. Your salary is eight th

ked. "That's

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interest in pampered heiresses playing dress

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he added, "Your father was

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