delynn imagined she would land su

a stern, elegant font. There was no return address on the envelope, only

heart sa

r Hol

e. Inside was a single sheet of thick cardstock, with a m

er at 4:00 PM tomorrow for a meeting with Mr. Christian Mercer. A

itation. It was an order-a command

hree times over, her min

he spilled coffee incident? Was he going to sue her? Just for ruining h

ery detail of that day in h

ng? Had she dropped anythi

port

e see

ope flickered in her chest, b

xury she coul

ale, frozen stare at the

What's

e letter stiffly,

I got a

even more excit

's wonderful! Is i

pered, fleeing to her room before h

ast-fashion castoffs-nothing decent enough to stand before a business tycoon.

ple, tailored black dress she

t expensive th

would be appro

she would

sleep at all

er Holdings so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

她的双手控制

里面只有一张

短,冰冷,带着

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