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in her hands but she never tried to take a sip. She was sitting there with her mouth wide open and her eyes big and round staring out the window fo

k in his eyes, and heard the anger in his tone. It was as if he had come home with her, wrapping her in h

thoughts. But the more she tried, the stronger his image became-the way his jaw clenched whe

y she would earn from this job was the only thing that was keeping her afloat. Whatever tricks Damon Blackwood had in his

creen and hoped that there was a message from Claire but there wasn't. It was a message from Blackwood

needed-another reason

t its mark on him, a mark he had never expected to have any hope of receiving. He just could not stop thinking ab

he way her lips pulled into a thin line when she believed no one was observing her, the way her hands fidgeted when the stress in the room became unb

made her

y started his play and Damon was aware that more was yet to come. All the choices he was going to

oughts, a quiet disruption that u

e Hawthorne case. But it was just a message from his assistant informing him about the meeting he ha

not decide whether he was eagerly

beat quickened. The glass panels, the shiny marble floor – all the trappings of the corporate world

hing

etermination and rarely looked at anyone directly. It was as if they were all in a large w

to blind herself to everything that was beyond her tasks and concentrate on the tasks upon her. Whatever transpired in this meeti

d the button of the top floor. When the doors shut, her face was reflected on th

r in his office. There had been something about her that reminded him of an electrical spark that made everyt

e polished floor. She walked down the hallway, glancing at the modern art on the walls, and the furnit

like

handle and opening the door. The room was clean and dull as it was when she left; it had a large wind

great stature, his body dominating the room even when he was not speaking. It was as if there was

He didn't look at her and didn't even bother to turn around, but

replied, her voice steady, thou

ng to face her, his eyes sharp

he did not look away from him. She wasn't here

his eyes, something that echoed her own confusion. For a second, they were

long and the animosity betw

mon replied his tone as calm and

cing. She could not comprehend what was in store for her