The Billionaire's Heartbeat

ed her sweater tighter around her face, shielding herself from the cold. The downtown streets of New

orite spot to sketch between freelance gigs. She was a struggling artist with big dreams and barely enough

a man in an impeccably tailored suit. The impact

aimed, dropping to her knees to

t calm. He crouched to help her, his hand brushin

med by sharp cheekbones and an air of authority. But it wasn't just his striking features that threw her off;

trand of damp hair behind he

ng of a city skyline, alive with detail and emotion. "Y

e quickly stuffed the papers back into her port

me off course," he said, a hint of amusemen

ng up and brushing off her jeans. "

to get to." He checked his watch-a sleek, minimalist design that probably c

if she'd heard him

her. "Send me a portfolio. If it's as good as this, he ge

ng a beat. The name embossed in bold, sil

res spanning artificial intelligence, renewable energy, and more. Rumor had it he ne

mered. "I'll... I'll

mile before stepping into a sleek black

he rain, staring at

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café, her thoughts racing. What could a billionaire p

w, her life had ju