In Micah's office, Clarissa sat comfortably, dressed in a pink tweed suit. She smiled as she looked at him. "Has my husband agreed?"Micah was broad-faced and heavyset, with a wide forehead, thick eyebrows, and full lips. Despite his looks, he controlled half of Jeriton's economy. Due to his appearance, barely any women wanted to be with him.The one woman who finally agreed ended up being fended off by his own behavior. Not many knew, but she was well aware of his many quirks—things most women couldn't stand.Micah laughed, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Love your idea in arranging this meeting, Mrs. Johansen. I gotta be honest with you—I really like Ms. Johansen."Clarissa smiled brightly, almost like she was satisfied. At last, Chelsea had an opportunity to prove her worth.…About two hours later, Clifford put on his clothes, invigorated. He gazed at the exhausted Aria in bed, who shot him a look of complaint.He smiled tenderly, sat on the edge of the bed, and passed her a
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