ROOSEVELT’S POVThe next morning, I walked into the lobby of the company with my head held high.I wore a black pencil skirt and a red blouse. My heels clicked loudly against the floor.But inside, my stomach was tied in knots.I stepped off the elevator on the top floor. My assistant, a sweet Italian girl named Bianca, jumped up from her desk the moment she saw me. She looked flustered, clutching a stack of files to her chest."Good morning, Bianca," I said smoothly, walking toward my office."Ms. Evans, wait!" Bianca gasped, rushing to block my path. "You can't go in there!"I stopped and frowned. "Why not? It's my office.""Not anymore," a deep, gravelly voice echoed from down the hall.I turned my head.Zyran leaned casually against the doorframe of the executive suite—the office that used to belong to Mr. Vance. He wore a suit with no tie. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and a slow smirk played on his lips."Good morning, Ms. Evans," Zyran said. His dark eyes swept over m
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