e biting Manhattan wind piercing her thin trench co

ibrated in

an urgent call from the private l

ng to Clause 4B, this specific supplement requires you to print it out in person and submit it to th

tense humiliation that

s

and told the driver to go to the Gle

door and strode toward the huge marble r

o the top floor

er tone disciplined yet tinged with a barely perceptible hint of disdain. "I'm sorry, Mr. Glenn is currently very busy. He h

signature black elevator card, which identifi

scanner. A loud beep of mechanical

ard frozen," the

and turned around, casting curious and judgmental glances at

her head and, as a group of managers swiped their cards

pen the heavy fire door, and entered the emergency stairwell. Her high heels clicked sharply on the concrete floor as she climbed the remaining tw

were slightly ajar. A warm ray

n the door, and felt as if her heart

f Kristopher's huge mahogany de

down and gently wiped a smear of latte foam fr

ristopher looked up. The tenderness in his eyes

id off the table, and hid be

ep felt like walking on broken glass. S

ediately. I'll take it and leave. I won't stay a seco

e didn't even look at its contents

Aletha's cheekbone. A thin, warm line of

istance between them. He grabbed Aletha's chi

d, his voice a vicious hiss. "You're not even worth a

llness in her eyes suddenly ignited a

her chin. He slammed his hand o

curity superv

he office. They grabbed Aletha from both sides, each

with feigned sympathy. "Kris, please don't be so ha

tha backward. Her high heels sc

d first-floor lobby in front of hundreds of employees,

ell heavily onto the

fluttering in the wind. A tear finally slid down her