Christian’s POVI hated being here.That was the first clear thought I had as I stepped out of the elevator and into the executive floor of Castillo Group. The air smelled like fresh paper, cologne, and tension—corporate tension—so thick I could choke on it.By nine in the morning, my head already throbbed.Miles, my assistant and perpetual thorn in my side, shadowed me with a tablet in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.“You have a ten-thirty with Legal,” he said, barely taking a breath, “and a review call with the South American expansion team at noon. Then the quarterly projections meeting with Finance right after—”“Stop,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.“That wasn’t all,” he added. “You also have—”“Miles.”He shut up. For a whole three seconds.Then he said, “Your coffee has extra sugar.”I sighed. “Thank you. Now leave before I fire you.”He grinned. “Love you too, boss,” he said, and then he disappeared down the hall.I walked into my office, tossed my jac
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