The Heir’s HeartbeatThe aroma of warm chamomile tea blended with soothing lavender essence slowly dispelled the rigid atmosphere that usually dominated the Manhattan executive office. That afternoon, there were no scattered stacks of customs documents, nor the tension of stock market charts that had to be monitored with strained focus. Beyond the thick glass walls, which framed the silhouette of New York’s skyscrapers bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, Liora sat leaning back against her premium leather sofa. For the first time in her leadership history at Thorne Group, she had removed her formal black blazer, leaving her wearing a loose, soft-knit gown in an ivory shade. Her right hand moved slowly downward, gently caressing her abdomen, which was now beginning to show a delicate curve a sweet secret they had guarded closely from the sharp scrutiny of the global media for several months.The cabin’s automatic sensor doors slid open without a sound, and the familiar, f
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