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Second Chances Under the Tree

Chapter 3 This wasn't happening

Word Count: 1057    |    Released on: Today at 16:20

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eek glass building that housed my workplac

I hesitated, already seeing Eth

as to hear his voice. But then I thought better of it. I wasn't about to let him

With a sigh, I picked it

ed to say I'm sorry. About last night.

" I said. "

was filled with di

p my tone light. "It's fine. I've got

There's something el

t n

"he's taking over as CEO of

escaped before

quickly. "I thought you should know ah

I said, cutting him off.

r any smudges. Professional. Composed. That's what I needed to be. With one last deep breat

hen I

was him. The infuriating bastard from the club. The man who

. My stomach twi

brother was

Welcome, dear." He gestured toward the devil hims

He knew exactly who I was. The same sho

appeared, he masked it, his expres

f course. Th

thly, extending his ha

e handshake. His palm was warm, and I hated the way my s

I managed to

knew you two would get along. Callie, you're going to love wor

a snort. Oh

. "I'd stay and chat, but I've got another meeting t

as strode out of the office

his smirk widening as he studied m

ng my head. "Of all the people in

ard and resting his elbows on the desk. "But don't

rrowing my eyes. "You h

ly, "you humiliated yourself

no words came. My cheeks burned w

dmit, this is... unexpected," he said, with an amused tone. "You're the famous PA Lucas would

me up. "Sorry to disappoint you," I shot bac

leaning back in his chair and steep

n in his tone. "Because I don't fit your idea

can command a room like you can would... l

nce you're my boss now, let me make one thing clear: I'm here to do my job, not relive awk

n suddenly turning serious. "Actually,"

at are you t

, his smirk vanishi

und was yanked from

ly. "You have a few hours to

h. He had to be joking

voice devoid of any

t happening. My eyes burned, but I blinke

professional. If that's the case, I sincerely apo

nch. He didn'

whispered.

no re

to stay composed even as tears pricked at the corne

the handle, he called

g over the doorknob. Slo

leaning back in his chair.

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