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Verena’s P.O.V

The only thing I wanted to do right now was find a cliff, scream out the top of my lungs and jump. How could the same man I was running from turn out to be the managing director?

As if my situation wasn’t worse enough, I signed the contract because of those mesmerizing blue eyes veined with silver that locked with mine as heat pooled at the depths of my stomach while memories from that night flooded through my mind.

Plus he mentioned something about living with him for five weekdays because of his busy schedule and like the fool I was, I accepted it.

This was on me!

If only I’d done the simplest research on the person I wanted to work for. Instead, my desperation for a job blinded me and brought me before the same person I wanted to escape.

Even if I ended up taking the job, how were we supposed to keep things professional despite knowing the sexual tension between us?

I ran a free hand through the back of my neck in exasperation, tossing the stale c
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