Whispers of Luxury: The Billionaire's Secret Desire

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ng the room in a golden glow. Vanessa nervously adjusted her glasses, feeling a mixture of exc

cted, his tone professional but with a hint of warmth. "It's a crucial dis

," she replied, trying he

never been in such a high-stakes setting before, and the wei

spect. Vanessa positioned herself beside him, armed with a stack of important documents and n

ntly outlining the company's successes and future prospects. Vanessa

al jargon and intricate details being exchanged. Her notes became a jumble of hastily scribble

uring a critical moment in the conversation. Cassius glanced at it briefly before

e figures here?" one of the investors inq

e mix-up. He managed to smooth things over, explaining it away as a simple overs

nd she found it increasingly challenging to concentrate. Her mind kep

anessa tried her best to assist Cassius, but her anxiety was evident. Sh

look, which only added to her sense of inadequacy. She felt her chee

rse, she accidentally knocked over a glass of water, spil

t sank. She quickly grabbed napkins to clean up

" she mumbled, feeling the weight o

g tension in the room. "Let's take a short break," he suggested, his tone measu

ds Cassius's office, she berated herself for letting nerves get the best of her. She had wanted to prove herself i

d the documents, trying to steady her trembling hands. As she headed back to the boardroom,

meeting in her absence. His calm and confident demeanor seemed to reas

ear the back, feeling like an outsider. She knew she had to face the cons

sing appreciation for the opportunity to engage with Cassius. Vanessa watched them le

with a composed expression. "We'll discuss this lat

she had a lot to prove, and she was determined to make amends for her