BETWEEN TWO WORLDS

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tumbled at the sight of his n

er blazer and walked

mirrored walls-sleek, composed, powerful. Nothing like the girl Sebastian Wolfe l

the receptionist had

her sketch portfolio. This wasn't just another

oors

here

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d, voice low, sm

ied coolly. "Let's ke

r maybe just amusement. He walked toward her, slowly,

anged," he

her chin. "

ies. Just silence. And the weigh

ded him th

too

a fire that would consume everyt

eyes kept drifting back to her - the sharp lines of her jaw, the elegance in h

wouldn't meet again?" h

mile. "Actually, I

billionaire façade cracked. Something raw shimme

ust silence." Her voice trembled, only slightly. "Now

my re

soft but bitter.

r file. "You hired me for a job. I'll deliver. But l

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idn't tur

whispered. "A

he was

t time in a long time, real

ne thing that

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