Derek Morgan sat in one of his private bars, swirling the last of his whiskey as he stared at the amber liquid instead of drinking it. He was the CEO of Morganton Empire.“What’s my next schedule for tonight?” he asked without looking up at his personal assistant, Steve.“Gala, sir,” Steve replied. “And… one hour left.”Derek’s jaw tightened. He hated galas; the lights, the noise, the fake smiles. With a sharp exhale, he snapped his fingers for Steve to continue.“That’s all, sir.”Derek set the glass down and rose, adjusting the tie of his perfectly tailored suit.“We’re leaving now.”He turned, but before he could take a step, he collided with a waiter carrying a tray of wine. Two glasses crashed to the floor, red liquid splashing across his suit.“Hell,” Derek muttered, staring at the white shirt now stained a muddy brown.He looked up, ready to lash out, but the moment he met the waiter’s gaze, he froze; staring at the hot, handsome waiter who wore only a black apron, revealing a
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