d forward the second Garriso
were so careful and practiced that the porcelain didn't make a single
he long, dimly lit hal
He radiated a cold, unapproachable energy that usuall
in off her lap and tos
ison.
oice rang
er eyes shut, looking like she was praying.
l, Garrison's footst
rigid. He stood frozen under
y, he turn
ue eyes were narrowed, assessing her. He was waiting to see if she
tate. She walked b
ugh to talk without raising her voice, but
He reached into the inner bre
writing tablet and a stylus. He held it
t a quiet bre
ant he was willing to engage. He
her tone casual and professional. "I'm heading to the Broadcasting Netw
ws pulled togethe
story of their arranged marriage, she had nev
confusion. "I just wanted to tell you so Marta doesn't waste
ers tightened a
process this incredibly mundane
his tablet. The st
p, aggressive strokes. He flipped the tab
g was a jagged
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reen. The tone was harsh, but the fact that he re
ad. She gave him a
I just wanted to share my day with you
ker of something unreadabl
fraction of a second, the only outward sig
oked away from her face, staring h
write an
d around and practically marched toward his study. His foo
he hallway, watch
ise in her throat. The terrifying, ruthless Wall Street b
all. He grabbed the heavy brass h
anctuary. He pushed the
latch clicked into pl
or completely shut. He left it open. Just a tiny cr
the hallway. Her eyes locked ont
rious smile brok
ie. The housekeeper kept her
. Harvey hates being disturbed when he is
patted Marta gentl
spered back, her eyes sparkling.
toward her own bedroom, h
sat down heavily in his m
a multi-billion dollar corporate merge
ad, his eyes fixed on the t
illed through the crack, painting a brigh
ge of his nose. He squeezed his eyes shut,
hy didn't he shut the door? Wh
f her slippers. She threw hersel
ed at the ceiling, replaying ever
of cracks. He wasn't a machine. He was a man with a severe trauma respo
und was as
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