Liora's Pov "I have heard some things about your activities at the fashion house today, Liora," the patriarch finally whispered, his tone dropping into that low, chillingly calm melodic register that made the hairs on my arms stand up. I stiffened completely against the leather, my fingers trembling against my skirt. "Sir, if you mean the incident in the restroom, it wasn't my fault. The models, they—" "I care nothing for the petty rivalries of my son's employees, nor am I interested in your tears," Mr. Hawthorne interrupted, his voice flat and entirely unyielding as he slowly turned his head to pin me with a cold, predatory glare. He raked his eyes over my new assistant uniform, his lip curling into a subtle, stylishly dismissive sneer that washed me down completely, making me feel smaller than the dirt on the loading dock. "You have caused quite a public nuisance on your very first shift. Firing two leading runway models over a domestic dispute is a reckless, emotional
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