A Deal With The Ruthless Billionaire
He asked, signaling the bartender.
We found a small table near the bar, and soon enough, we were deep in conversation, the minutes flying by effortlessly. Liam had this way of making me feel at ease, like I could let my guard down without worrying about judgment.
He told me funny stories about his early days at the company, including an embarrassing incident with a photocopier that left me clutching my stomach with laughter.
“You’re kidding,” I said between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye.
“I wish I were,” he said, grinning. “But no, I really did trip over the cord and send about a hundred copies of my butt flying through the office. Needless to say, I double-check all cords
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