The Billionaire's Forbidden Affairs

ed to the Blackwell Towers project. She had no time to rest on her laurels. Her boss had handed her a massive opportunity, but also a responsibili

"Don't get comfortable. This won't be easy."* But she wasn't one to shy away from difficulty. If anything, it only spurred her to push

th plans for the tower's design, as well as projections of construction timelines and budgets.

p of engineers about the structural integrity of the foundation. His sharp, low voice cut through

was a way to observe him from a distance. She could tell that everyone in the room deferred to him. The air around Logan was thick with authority, and

pt across the room, and Cassidy felt a slight chill run down her spine as they briefly met h

ave a lot to cover today. Cassidy, I t

d focused. "I've gone over the design and the projections. I've a

eyebrow. "And wh

ad on the surrounding buildings. Given the location of the site, the building's height could cause significant

nged glances, and Cassidy could feel the tension rising. This wasn

nt, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her feel like

e time to make drastic changes to the design. T

facade to allow for more aerodynamic properties. It won't require a full redesign, but it will

e room was still and silent, the only sou

iew the changes." His voice was authoritative, but there was a subtle n

ineers at the table, a man named Richard Harris. Harris had been part of the Blackwell

g board and make sure this doesn't happen again. I don't w

ckly. "Yes, Mr. Bl

of his gaze, a silent challenge in his eyes. He wasn't one to let anyone off easy, and she kne

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to anticipate what would come next. It was clear that the project was progressing rapidly, and every detail had to be perfect. Logan

d exhilaration. It had been intense, no doubt, but she had held her own. A

and head back to her office. But as she moved

wson, a

ed back slowly, meeting his

re things to discuss regarding the project," he said, his tone businessl

. "Of course.

al for her to meet with clients or superiors after a major meeting, but something in Logan's tone suggested that this

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ng. She had prepared herself for the worst. Maybe he wanted to discuss the new design changes

ood on the other side, his posture rigid, his expression unr

r," he said, h

and full of dark wood and metal accents. A far cry from the high-rise apartments she had worked in before. Th

window, his back to her, looking out at the city. The silence s

his voice low and deliberate,

nds clasped in front of her. "I h

come into a project like this without expecting a fight, Ms. Dawson. There will be times when things go wrong, wh

ituations before, but the intensity in his wo

hard work," she sai

ng shift in his expression. It was gone before she could be sure, but for that brief m

etween them shrinking. "Good. Bec

ension that neither of them addressed. Logan's eyes didn'

nd walked back to his desk, dismi

ber, Ms. Dawson, I'll be watc

odding and turning toward the door. She

n merely talking about the project. She had the fe

hings were only going to get