The Man I Was Meant to Hate
“Ms. Moore? Just go ahead. Mr. Hart will see you presently.
My stomach flips. Mr. Hart.
Every passage along the long corridor is echoed louder than the last. Through the glass walls, rows of offices, people typing, phones ringing, deals being made are seen.
There is a door at the rear of the hall which is slightly open. I peep in, wide-shouldered, dark suit, figure of a man by the window.
He turns as I enter.
Everything is halted for a moment.
Liam Hart.
Three years younger, keener, cold. The man who ruined my life. His hair is shorter this time round. His steel gray eyes look up at me and are firm and unreadable.
I force myself to breathe.
Ms. Moore, he says, in a smooth voice, deeper than
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