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his promise and respected my personal space. Then again, mayb

up to ask him a question and caught him staring in my direction. Following his gaze, I immediately discover

nd and struggled to fasten the button again. How was it even possible tha

" I mut

staring. Instead, the arrogant man acted as though not

convinced that I'd done it on purpose. In reality, I hadn't even noticed the stupid button. Meanwhile,

o divorce his wife and wanted our firm to handle the case. If we managed to secure the contract,

, so even if I tried, I still couldn't tell one model apart from another. My first instinct was to s

w much he hated driving. Apparently, he had given his chauffeur the day

. After making a quick call, she informed him of our arrival. After a few minutes, he came down the stairs. He was short a

and then asked about the young woman accompany

sure to meet me and called me a "beautiful lady." As if that wasn't enough, he suggeste

ss. He was staring at Mr. Bacaro with a hard expression. A second later, he lea

. The 'beautiful lady' you're

to my face. After that, he flashed one of those dangerous smiles that could leave anyone speechless. I stood there in complete shock. Did he really ju

sn't supposed to be his type. Yet there he was, putting on a performance and making everything mo

ituation. He immediately apologized to my boss

. The glare she sent my way was sharp enough to cut through steel. She clearly wasn't happy about what had

y handsome boss. A declaration like that was probably the last thing she expected to hear from him. Throughout the meeting, I fo

d all the paperwork was signed. Not long after that,

every day you come across a beauty like her,"

y couple. The moment we were far enough away that the client could no longer see us, he released

in my chest as I stood there and watched him drive away. All I could do was remain on the