By the evening, the office began to empty. Bethany packed up her sketches, slung her designer handbag over her shoulder, and walked out of the Morgan Enterprises skyscraper. She stood gracefully at the edge of the bustling sidewalk, waiting for the private ride-share car she had ordered. A sleek luxury sports car smoothly pulled up right in front of her. The window rolled down, and David’s handsome, smiling face appeared. "Bethany, get in," David said, leaning across the passenger seat to open the door for her. "I'll drop you off at home." Bethany looked at the luxury car and shook her head. "It's really not appropriate, Mr. Morgan," Bethany declined his offer, keeping her tone strictly professional. "You are the president of the company, and it would cause unnecessary rumors among the staff if they saw us leaving together. I already called a car, so you don't have to worry." But David wouldn't take no for an answer. He insisted, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as h
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