ScarlettThe double glass doors of the North Tower didn't just open; they practically rattled on their hinges as I threw them back. My heels sounded like gunfire against the polished marble of the lobby as I marched toward the elevators. The fury I felt was a living thing, a hot, pulsing pressure behind my eyes. Separate briefing times were a courtesy. A separate entrance was a necessity. Elijah had agreed to those terms only forty-eight hours ago, and yet, I had just received a memo from Julian stating that "due to internal restructuring and project efficiency," all principal meetings would now be held jointly in the main boardroom.He couldn't help himself. He just couldn't stay on his side of the line.I bypassed his secretary, who didn't even have time to stand up before I was inside his office. Elijah was sitting behind a desk cluttered with architectural renderings, looking like a man who hadn't slept in a week."What is this, Elijah?" I demanded, slamming the memo down on his
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