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Arielle’s POVThe moment the conference room doors closed behind us, Ethan let out a long breath. “Thank goodness everything went smoothly”“Yeah” he stared at me“Were you even listening?” he asked “your eyes were on Alexander, right from when he walked into this office” I kept walking “Was I?” I suppressed my smile “Please tell me you weren’t actually flirting with Alexander Pierce.”“I wasn't” He caught up with me “Arielle” I glanced at him“What?” “Was he the reason you asked me to bring you along to the meeting?” I didn't say anything and kept on walking.Ethan stopped walking. I took another two steps before realizing he wasn’t beside me anymore. I turned around.“ You know I took a big risk by doing that” he continued “I know” I kind of feel bad. I was basically using him to get what I want. “And I'm grateful” He stared at me for a moment “Arielle, will you tell me what’s going on?” “Nothing is going on” I smiled“ You quit your job, and asked me to get you a job in my

Arielle’s POVFinally, I was done with the correction Alexander gave me yesterday. That man is something else. How did he expect me to complete the entire project in two days? Not just that. Even all the corrections he gave.I know men like him. He wants to make me to quit without even saying the word. He doesn't know Arielle Sinclair. I never quit. He has to make do with what I have to offer tomorrow. I took my bag and began walking out of my office. My mum had called me earlier saying she was at my house. She didn't even inform me before coming here. So I'm having dinner at home. I really missed her cooking. All my attention was in my phone. My ride was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago and he still wasn't. At this point, I need to get a car because what the hell. I bumped into someone, “Oh my God, I'm so sorry” I apologized. I looked up, it was Ivy. There was something about this girl, I didn't like. My instinct never fails me. I turned to leave. I most definitely didn

The resort looked nothing like it had on paper. On the drawings, everything was clean. Precise. Beautiful. The buildings stood exactly where they were supposed to, the walkways were perfectly aligned, and the villas looked as though they had been placed there effortlessly. In reality, the property was a mess. A very beautiful mess, but a mess nonetheless. Our car rolled slowly along the temporary access road, dust rising behind us as we passed stacks of construction materials and heavy equipment. Workers moved around the site in hard hats, carrying tools and materials while the unfinished resort stood ahead of us. Concrete columns rose from the ground, some already connected by partially completed walls. I leaned closer to the window. My eyes moved across the property. The road, the main structure, the direction of the sunlight, the slope of the land, the ocean in the distance. I had studied the plans before coming here, but plans could only tell me so much.You had to stand on the

Alexander's POVShe didn't stop talking for the first ten minutes of the drive.She talked about the restaurant, the chocolate, the terrible traffic, a pigeon she had once seen steal a sandwich from a businessman's hand. She talked with her whole body, her hands moving, her shoulder turning toward me in the passenger seat as though I were an audience she was determined to win.I kept my eyes on the road.It was a rule I had never broken. When something disturbed my concentration, I gave it nothing. No reaction, no comment, no eye contact. Silence starved most things until they went away.Arielle Sinclair did not go away."You're doing it again," she said."Doing what?""Pretending I'm not here.""I'm driving.""You're pretending.""You're very persistent.""So I've heard." I could hear the smile in her voice. "Is it working?""No."She laughed softly and turned to look out the window. For a moment the car was quiet and I found, to my irritation, that I missed the noise.Her phone lit

Arielle's POVEthan was waiting outside my office with two cups of coffee and the expression of a man who had been rehearsing a speech."Don't," I said."I haven't said anything.""You're about to.""I'm about to hand you coffee." He held it out. "Black. Two sugars. And then I'm going to say something."I took the cup and sighed. "Say it.""You had dinner with Alexander Pierce."I stopped with the cup halfway to my mouth. "Who told you that?""His assistant called the office to confirm tomorrow's schedule, and casually mentioned that Mr. Pierce had been seen at the restaurant on Marlow Street with a woman in a red dress." He raised an eyebrow. "There aren't a lot of women in red dresses working on that project.""It was a working dinner.""Was it?""Ethan.""Arielle." He said it gently, but there was steel under it. "I told you one condition. Stay professional.""I was professional.""You flirted with him in front of the entire boardroom.""That was the first meeting. And I didn't fli