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Harri

eless. My inbox overflowed with last-minute emails, my phone buzzed with relentl

other impossible task into my lap. A high-profile client meeting had been scheduled- without warning, of co

even happening in the city. We we

t croissants known to man, but excitement was the last thing I felt. Ex

sal?" Damian's deep, authoritati

stood in the doorway of my office, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, t

, keeping my voice level. "S

phone, tapped the screen a few times, then n

d be flying us across the ocean tog

tas

asked, bracing fo

priately. This i

iddi

f expensive cologne in his wake. The man was infuriating. Demanding

idn't, really

. Making a name for myself. But working under Damian had become all-c

o spend the next several days trapped in his presence,

n Cal

for anyone in my company. Excellen

ly had sent. It was good. No, it was great. She always delivered. The prob

defiance in her eyes. The sighs when she thought I wasn

Caldwell Enterprises would dominate the European market. Failu

o be at the office, but that didn't matter. Work was my life. It had been

this building who dared to challenge me, even subtly. She was sharp,

t when the future of the company rested

lways

i

rent. I tossed and turned, replaying every conversation, every look D

With a groan, I forced myself up, showered, and packed for the trip.

was quiet. Too quiet. T

ar the jet with a cup of coffee in hand. He glanced at his watch, a silent re

handed me a folder.

ings, dinner with the clients, more m

d the plush leather seats. "Sit.

easing into

we worked in silence, te

tic, turbulence hit- sharp, and jarring. I

ely reacted. He glanced at me,

uckles white aga

to amusement I'd ever seen from him

t. Ev

g to be a disaster