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ROSALIE'S POV~One of the assistants stepped forward just as I adjusted the files on my desk. She was petite, maybe a little younger than me, with a sharp bob and thick glasses that made her look smarter than most. She stepped confidently but stopped just short of my desk before giving a respectful bow.“Ma’am,” she began, her voice crisp. “I’m Stacy. One of your main PAs now. I was asked to personally hand you this file. It’s from Mr. Montgomery. He said you'd want to review the list of companies interested in new partnership deals.”I nodded, taking the file from her fingers without a word. My nails clicked softly against the seal as I opened the folder.My eyes scanned the first page—and froze.Dead cold.My breath caught somewhere between my ribs and my throat. Because the first name on the list was all too familiar.Chloe’s Cosmetics. One I've been stalking her up for For a moment, I forgot to breathe. My pulse roared in my ears, rage creeping into my limbs like acid. I snapped
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