HER HEART, HIS EMPIRE : A Billionaire's Lie. A Woman's Truth.

Ford stepped onto the curb outside the airport terminal with nothing more than a leather carry on and a vague sense of un

one of his father's assistants no doubt and headed for the taxi line.

o arrive without an

assumed he would come back in the fall, perhaps with a press release and a title to matc

intimidating. It looked more like a luxury tech firm than the legacy automaker it had once been. He could still s

ing entrance barely gave him a second glan

ts and pencil skirts spilled out of rideshares and mid-level sedans. Staff buzzed around the lobby with coffee and fol

ugh the tinted windows. The driver's door swung open, and out stepped a woman in a navy dre

t controlled. Every step, every movement suggested purpose. Like

st watched her stride toward the lobby ent

oots, the plain black t-shirt. Then, at

t. "I need the car parked around the

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right?" she asked, tappi

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he took

aid calmly. "I'll

ut another glance and disappeared through

g behind his carefully neutral expression. She'd mist

No recognition.

hat more than

, but not too flashy. As he slid into the driver's seat, he noticed a pla

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client

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a brow.

the keys with the actual valet desk, giving a polite

he side stairwell, bypassing

tegy, planning, future development. And somewhere in this building, his father was probably review

siting consultants and powered on the tablet he'd brought from Zurich. He had reports to review. Departments

r of desks near the branding division. He looke

ely different from the efficient, slightly imperious stranger from earlie

Not just a high level s

oom, and for a moment, he

lared, surpri

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clipped tone still fresh in his mind. "Do not leave it on t

instance which was

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about her had disturbed hi

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his jeans. Time to blend in, play

him, back to a silver coupe, a navy dress

recognized

sure if he w

oy the feeling. He was going to