~ARTHUR'S POV~The elevator doors opened and I stepped out onto the executive floor, my mind already moving to the next meeting, the next problem, the next fire I would need to put out.The Sinclair merger was holding on by a thread. The missing files were creating chaos. And somewhere in the middle of it all, my fiancée was losing her mind.I just needed—I stopped.There, by Yvonne's desk, was my mother.Standing over Yvonne who was on her knees. Both of them were frozen like a tableau of something I didn't understand."What the hell is going on?" I asked.Yvonne's head snapped up. Her eyes met mine for a bit of a second—and I saw something raw flash across her face before she locked it down.My mother turned smoothly, her face calm and professional. Like she hadn't just been intimidating my assistant."Ah, Arthur," she said, her voice calm. "Perfect timing. I was just discussing some personnel matters with Miss Baldort."Yvonne was standing now, smoothing her skirt, avoiding my gaz
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