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Chapter 68: Love?

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CALHOUN'S POV:

Back in New York city and retired back to my office building after the rushed flight home, one of my secretaries approached me swiftly in the hallway, her tablet clutched tightly.

"Sir, your mother is inside your office waiting for you," she informed me professionally, to which I merely hummed in acknowledgment, my mind still miles away.

Heading inside, I immediately sighted a familiar, elegant silhouette standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, her gaze overlooking the sprawling city view far below.

Her long hair was let loose in soft waves down her back, initially hiding her face from view.

But the second I began making my way toward my desk chair, her neck tilted gracefully, turning to face me fully.

"Where were you?" Morgan, my mother, asked directly, folding her arms across her chest with a strict, probing stare that I knew all too well.

I guessed she wasn't here to discuss business matters, as she often did when dropping by unannounced.

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