It was 7:00 am, a little early for most, but not for the workaholic billionaire, Declan Rowe. His office still held the cold from the previous night’s heavy rainfall, and for some reasons, the man refused to shut the windows, allowing the cold morning air to move through the room in slow currents.The silence of the office was broken as the familiar rhythmic sound of the secretary’s heels, kissing softly against the marble floor, disrupted the holy quietness of the office as she walked in. Nora Haines, whose usual composure had developed a crack so thin most people would have missed it stood in front of Declan’s desk. She held a slim manila folder, her fingers lingered a half-second too long on the folder's edge before she released it, placing it noiselessly on the desk without ceremony. She took a step back and straightened her blazer afterward, the way she cleared her throat before speaking exposed the storm brewing beneath her composure."Sir," Nora began, her voice remained neut
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