Ken In my office, I smiled as I replayed the scene from minutes ago in my mind. The words I told her echoed again. I had said I was just caring, that I’d do it for anyone. A big, fat lie. I cared for my employees, yes—but that was financial, giving them a better working environment. It stopped there. With Mira, it was different. I cared about her feelings, her mood, her thoughts. Just now, her eyes had held a flicker of panic—or maybe nerves—as she looked at the heap on her desk and then at me. Obviously, someone had sent those gifts: a frame, a bouquet, and perfumes. I had nearly drowned when I saw them. If she wasn’t seeing anyone yet, someone certainly wanted her. But she wasn’t even the slightest bit happy about the gifts. Mira… I had studied her enough to recognize the walls she built around herself. Her fiery attitude only implied she was guarding something. I called her tough, but I didn’t mean it—I only wanted to rattle her. And from the way she paused when I sighed, I knew
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