[Bianca]The meeting went by smoothly at least.I moved around the room like nothing had happened, handing out documents while Dante conducted the meeting with that cool, unreadable expression of his. No hint of the fire that had burned between us earlier. No acknowledgement of our bodies that had lingered together too long. Right now, he was Dante Wentworth.In thirty minutes, the meeting wrapped up. Leather chairs creaked as the board members began rising one after the other, murmuring polite goodbyes."Mr. Gerald," Dante said suddenly. "I'd like to have a word."Gerald—who was already halfway out of his seat—froze, then turned with a placid, practised smile. "Of course." He lowered himself back down slowly, clearly caught off guard.I made to leave, giving them space."Bianca," Dante said sharply. "You too. Take a seat."I paused. Of course. Now I had a pretty good idea what this was about.Gerald was still looking at me, smug as ever. I sat across from him, spine straight and arms
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