Married To The Billionaire President

a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the skyline of

ring into a mosaic of colors. She replayed the meeting with Alexander Sterling in her mind, dissecting every

w. She entered her spacious apartment, where modern decor mingled with antique furnishings passed down through generations. Dro

enigma. Known for his shrewd business acumen and elusive personal life, Alexander Sterling was a formidable opponent in the

mured aloud, her voice echoing sof

riage with Alexander Sterling. On one hand, it would shield Sinclair & Associates from the impen

e countertop interrupted her thought

s of Alexander's proposal. Meet me a

texted back a brief acknowledgment before setting her phone asi

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ly, her mind focused on the task ahead. The office buzzed with subdued energy as colleagues exchanged speculat

ocuments with a furrowed brow. He looked up as she enter

take a seat opposite his desk. "I trust you'v

vely. "Yes, Dad. I've thought it through. It's..

his gaze searching hers. "It could save the firm,"

whatever it takes," she said firmly. "This is about more

on grave. "I understand, Emma. And I'l

on the door. Emma's assistant, Sarah, entered

s on the desk. "These are the preliminary terms Alexander S

practiced eye. Emma leaned forward, eager to see the specific

be strictly contractual, lasting for a minimum of two years. During that

arrangements, public appearances, and confidentiality agreements. It was a

ert continued, his tone thoughtful. "And he's agreed to provide financial compens

tions of each term. It was clear that Alexander Sterling had antic

, her voice tinged with resignation

e moving forward," he said, his gaze flickering to Emma's. "Are you sur

er's proposal. Sinclair & Associates would likely face financial ruin, tarnishing her famil

she replied firml

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eclaration of commitment to a path she never imagined taking, she couldn't shake