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sked, "Do you mind if I come in?" In a tone that told me he didn't expect me to say no. I nodded. Bart had already specifically a

exactly would need to change for Mayfair Real Estate to stop losing money. Some time after I'd emailed him the information he'd requested, Jonah called me over and asked me to step into his office for a moment. I walked in to find him buried in paperwork. He looked up when I entered. "From what I can tell, you've been here longer than that. Is that correct?" I eyed him warily. "Yes." "Then you must know a lot about what's been going on here over

. You can fight me, but that won't change anything, I'm afraid." I smiled. "Maybe not. But it will be incredibly satisfying for me." Jonah laughed, a sound that sent a wave of desire through me, just as it had all those years ago. I had to admit that accusing him of wanting me to become a spy was a bit dramatic, but everything about his presence irritated me. Added to that was my physical reaction to him-damn hormones, and why couldn't he be ugly now?-I couldn't stand being in the same room with him. It wasn't just the fact that he was here to possibly destroy my job that made me angry

steady increase in sales until a few years ago, when there was a sudden drop. I wasn't sure what could have caused it. My musings were interrupted when I heard the office door open. I looked up to see Naomi walking into the room. Her wild curls were loose, swirling around her head in a dark cloud that matched the storm in her eyes. She was wearing a form-fitting pantsuit that showed off her curves. She obviously hadn't noticed me, as she walked straight to the Keurig without acknowledging me. I took a few seconds to admire the view before speaking. "Can I help you?" Naomi

a nice severance package. He'll be fine." I could tell Naomi was holding back from the look on her face. "Do you think that makes things any better?" "This company has been hemorrhaging money for the past five years. Mr. Dulce was asked to do work he clearly couldn't do." I went back to my tablet and pulled out a document of notes. "In the meantime, I need you to send out an email to the employees and let them know that there's a staff meeting at ten o'clock." N

e more than welcome to leave. No one's going to stop you." She closed her mouth, but her face twisted into a frown. We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, her body tense and her hands clenched into fists. Finally, I saw her shoulders slump and she let out