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Chapter Thirty-nine : With the rise of morning.

Author: Nathy Fiverr
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-20 00:35:27

The next morning, Natalie found herself pacing the study where Lorenzo sat, his expression unreadable as he scanned the letter Fiona had submitted. He'd called her in that morning, before she prepared to go to the studio. His assistant, Marco stood in the corner watching silently. Sometimes Natalie felt like he was more dangerous than his boss. He never said much. They hardly even spoke but there was this fleeting moment where she felt like if given the chance he'd strangle her with his bare hands. (it wasn't far from the truth). But it was usually fleeting with no lasting effects. Lorenzo's demeanor right now was her only concern. He leaned back in his chair, the soft leather creaking, and steepled his fingers.

“So,” he said at last, his voice cool but edged with something Natalie couldn’t quite place, “she’s decided to resign.”

Natalie swallowed. “Yes. She… she wants to help me with the perfume business. She believes in me. I don't see anything wrong with that."

Lorenzo’s eyes lif
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