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said, standing up.

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eeting with Grossman from Apex Dyn

ion-dollar deals were made on manicured greens. Clarice quickly changed into the busine

nd eyes that roamed over Clarice's body with a proprietary air. She

gaze lingered too long, the way he leaned in too clo

few holes. Grossman kept trying to draw Clari

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a bottle to Clarice. As she took it, he deliberately brushed

ack as if she'd been burned

our hands to yourself," she

, sweetheart. Working for a hard-ass like Sinclair can

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ling backward, his fac

lub from a full, powerful swing. He looked u

aid, his voice dangerously sof

lan walked over to Clarice, placing himself between her and the terrified clien

locked on Grossman. "She is an employee of the Sinc

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d felt moments before were replaced by a sudden, overwhelming sense of safety. It was a feeling so foreig

had been watching from a distance. "Get legal on the phone. We are te

said, already pull

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re contempt. "The Sinclair Group," he said, his voice

ce, he turned to Cla

her legs feeling

cenery blur past the window, her mind replaying the scene o

enched in his lap. He told himself he had been defending a compan

llied in the workplace, stand up for yourself bravely no matter the occasion-the

heard him speak at such length. "Thank you, M

thinks she's develo