Liana's POV.“You'll be pitching today,” Liam said, leaning in closer to me and his shoulder brushed mine.I stood by the long glass table in the conference room. And I turned to him so fast that my heart skipped a beat.“What? No. Liam, no. I can't do that.”“You can.” he said.“I'm your personal assistant,” I whispered, panic rising in my chest. “My only job is to take notes and organize files. I don't pitch to investors.”“You're actually more than that. And you've always been.” he said, his voice becoming softer. My eyes scanned the conference room. Men and women were present and I was trying to stabilize myself because I knew that I did not belong there. Not until Liam made such a suggestion to me. Something I had never even thought of doing.I shook my head. “You're joking, right?” I asked.“I’m damn serious,” he replied. My mouth was slightly parted open and it closed on its own. My palms were sweaty. That is exactly what happens whenever I'm anxious. “I swear to you. I will m
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