ed like
prises. She clutched her purse, her only possession. HR would have the conten
uriosity and caution. No one approached her. In Beck F
ving glass doors, her face etched with worry. "O
he'd been holding back burned at the back of her
ed, her voice a furious whi
he shame was a physical weight, pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Al
bre
se of the street, a sound she
alk, looking utterly out of place amongst the sea
his hair a mess. He rushed toward her, his face
id, reaching for her hands. "Just
ad broken up with him a month ago, after f
said, her voice flat an
te lunches, couriers rushing past. Many of her colleagues, lingering outside for a coffee break, recogn
Over? Just like that? Because I made one little mistake? Di
her raw nerves. The irony was so
them. "Hey, man, back
arm, his grip surprisingly strong. "Aubree, just talk to me. Five m
g to wrench her arm free. His fin
d with humiliation. To be suspended by a billionaire and publicly harassed
tood at his window, watching the ugly
e ex-boyfriend, sir," he reported, his voice neutral. "Jordy
ouldn't make out every detail in the chaos, but he saw Jordyn's hand clamped around Aubree's arm, her face
desperation was tipping into
m your new sugar daddy?" he snar
r life. Inside was her wallet, her keys, her life.
on the grand stage of Wall Street. And high above, a pair of stormy gray eyes
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