Serena’s Pov “You’re not Mr. Hargrove.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. The man behind the massive desk wasn’t the balding loan officer I’d spoken to twice before. This guy was younger, sharper, in a black suit that probably cost more than my rent for a year. His eyes, dark, unreadable, locked onto mine the second I stepped through the door like he’d been waiting for me. “Sit down, Serena.” His voice was low, calm, the kind that didn’t need to raise itself to be obeyed. I stayed standing, clutching the strap of my bag like a lifeline. “I had a meeting with Mr. Hargrove about my loan. If this is some kind of mistake….” “It’s not.” He leaned back slightly, still watching me. “I’m Nate Calloway. This is my company.” Calloway. As in Calloway Financial. My stomach dropped. I’d seen his name on the documents, but I never imagined the actual man. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine, not behind a desk deciding whether my family sank or swam. I forced
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