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Chapter 71 Scarlett’s POV “Daniel, I need the original approval forms for these four payments, not the scanned summaries from the system, and I need them on my desk before lunch,” I said, turning the monitor toward the junior analyst standing in front of my desk so that he could see the lines I had highlighted in yellow. He leaned in and read the figures twice, moving his lips slightly as he did it, which he always did when he was nervous. “These are all marketing expenses from the second quarter, Miss Scarlett. They went through the normal route and they were paid on time, so I assumed they were already reconciled.” “They were paid, but they were not reconciled, which is why I am asking you to find the originals.” I tapped the screen where the vendor name was listed, Harlow Creative Partners, with a payment of eighteen thousand four hundred in the first month and twenty one thousand in the second. “Do you remember seeing a contract for this vendor anywhere in the pro

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Chapter 72 Wyatt’s POV “That is the best idea you have had all week,” I said to Zoe, loudly enough that it carried across the whole executive lounge, because I had seen Layla’s reflection in the glass door of the coffee machine a second before she stepped through the entrance. Zoe turned toward me with a half filled cup in her hand and a look of mild surprise, since the idea I was praising was a suggestion about the autumn banner placement that I had dismissed ten minutes earlier in the review, and she had not yet understood why I had changed my mind. I did not explain it to her. I put my arm around her waist, pulled her against my side, and kissed her on the cheek, close to the corner of her mouth, and I kept my eyes on the reflection in the glass while I did it. Layla had stopped just inside the door with a stack of folders held against her chest and a printed agenda clipped on top of them, wearing a dark grey skirt and a white blouse buttoned to the collar, with her hair ti

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Chapter 73 Zoe’s POV “I will do it, but you have to let me do it my own way and you cannot interfere once I have started,” I said, with his forehead still resting against mine and my hands flat on his chest, where I could feel his heart beating much harder than he would ever admit. He opened his eyes and looked at me from very close, and I saw that he was surprised, and also that he was relieved, which was a feeling I understood better than he did. He had come into my office angry with me and had ended by asking me for a favour, and he had not noticed that the second thing had been made possible by the first. “What does your own way mean?” he asked. “It means that Layla is not going to tell you anything, and she is certainly not going to tell me anything while she thinks I am your girlfriend or her enemy, so I need to become something else in her eyes, and the easiest thing for me to be is a person she has no reason to be afraid of.” I stepped back from the desk and straight

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Chapter 74 Layla’s POV “If this is about the Hartmann schedule, I already sent it to your office on Friday afternoon,” I said without looking up from my monitor, because I had heard the heels stop beside my desk and I already knew whose they were. “It is not about the schedule, Layla.” Zoe was standing with her hands folded in front of her, in a cream blouse and a plain grey skirt, with her hair tied back and hardly any makeup on her face, which I had not seen since we were in school. The floor had emptied almost completely, since it was twenty past five on a Monday and most people had gone down to the lift in a group at five, and Mateo was in a call with the Singapore office that would not end before six. I looked at her properly then, and she did not smile or lean on my desk or say anything clever, and the absence of all those things made me more careful than any of them would have. “Could we speak for five minutes somewhere private?” she asked. “I would like to say someth

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Chapter 75 Layla’s POV “I am afraid you cannot go in yet, Ms. Lenoir, because Mr. Reyes is still on a call with the Singapore office, and he asked me to keep the door closed until it is finished,” I said, standing up from my desk as the woman in the cream coat reached the glass partition and kept walking toward his door. She stopped with one gloved hand already lifted, and she turned her head and looked at me for a long moment without any hurry, in the way of someone who has measured a great many people and is rarely surprised by the result. She was about forty, tall, with dark hair cut straight at the jaw and a black dress under the coat that fitted her so well it could only have been made for her, and she wore small pearl earrings and no other jewellery except a thin gold watch. The smell of her perfume reached my desk before she spoke, something dry and warm with cedar in it, and my stomach tightened for no reason that I could name. “Celeste,” she said. “Please, it is o

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Chapter 76 Wyatt’s POV “You are telling me that my father was with a woman for nearly two years, in a house I have visited, and that I only found out about it because you looked at a visitor log?” I said, standing in the middle of Zoe’s living room with my jacket still on and my keys still in my hand. “I am telling you that I looked at the log because the woman signed in under her own name, and that I recognised the name from an old project file in Company Affairs,” Zoe answered from the sofa, with her shoes off and her feet tucked under her, and a glass of white wine in front of her that she had not touched. “Celeste Lenoir ran an interior design firm that worked on the north property and two of the hotels, and she was listed as a personal contact on the executive records for almost two years, until the entry was closed three years ago. Please sit down, Wyatt, because you are making the room smaller.” I sat in the armchair across from her, and I put the keys on the a

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Chapter 77 Layla’s POV “Why would Company Affairs invite me to a dinner for directors and above, Mateo, when I am an assistant and every other name on this list has a seat on a board?” I said, holding my phone out across his desk with the email open on the screen. He took it from my hand and read the invitation without any hurry, scrolling down to the guest list and back up again, and then he gave it back to me and leaned back in his chair with his fingers laced over his stomach. The door was closed and the Singapore call had ended twenty minutes earlier, and it was a Thursday afternoon with the light coming in low and yellow across the carpet, so that his face looked less severe than it did in the mornings. “Because Delacroix and Whitfield will both be there, and they are the two people in this company I have wanted you to speak to since the day you started,” he said. “Delacroix chairs the audit committee and Whitfield sits on the hiring panel for every senior appointment

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Chapter 78 The cards on the table had been placed with great care. Mine was at the head of the table, on the right hand of the chair that was clearly meant for Mateo, in the position reserved for the person closest to him, which would have been natural for an executive assistant in any other room. Across from it, with an unobstructed view of my face and shoulders and the whole of my side of the table, sat Wyatt, and Zoe had put herself next to him. I looked at the card, then at Zoe, who was adjusting a candle with her back to me, and I understood that I could not leave without causing exactly the kind of scene that Mateo had told me to avoid. He came in last, and the whole room turned toward him. He wore a black suit and a white shirt open at the collar and no tie, and he crossed the floor with the unhurried walk of a man who owns every wall in the building, shaking hands as he went, and when he reached the table he drew out his chair and sat down beside me and glanced at Wyat

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Chapter 79 Wyatt’s POV “He was holding her hand under the table for the whole time that Delacroix was talking about the audit calendar, and she did not pull it away once,” I said to Zoe, with both of my hands clamped on the steering wheel of the car that I had not yet started, parked in the side lot of the harbour hotel under a lamp that made the wet tarmac look yellow. Zoe had her seat belt on and her bag in her lap, and she was looking through the windscreen at the doors of the hotel, where the last of the directors were collecting their coats from the porter and shaking hands with each other in the cold. It had been a quarter to eleven when the dinner ended. My father had left first, in the back of his car with the driver, without looking in my direction, and Layla had left five minutes afterwards in a taxi that the hotel called for her, and I had stood on the pavement in the wind and watched the taillights turn the corner at the end of the quay. “I saw you drop your napkin,

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Chapter 80 Layla’s POV “Lock the door first, and then tell me why you asked me to come home on a Saturday afternoon, when my mother lands tomorrow morning and this house will be full again by lunch,” I said, standing just inside his bedroom with my bag still on my shoulder and my back against the wood. He had been standing at the window with his hands in his pockets, barefoot, in a grey sweater with the sleeves pushed to his elbows, which I had never seen him wear anywhere except inside this house, and he turned the key before I had finished speaking. The staff had been given the afternoon and the evening off, and Wyatt had left that morning with an overnight bag and told the cook that he would be staying with a friend, so the whole house was quiet in the heavy, warm way it only was when nobody else was in it. I had spent all of Friday waiting for Wyatt to say something to me at the office, because he had watched me through the glass wall from nine until six and had not come near me

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