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Carlton had never met the man before, but he didn’t need an introduction. This was the lion of New York’s underworld. “Mr. Laurent,” Don Ramon said, his voice low and polished, yet somehow more dangerous than any scream. “I hope you’ll pardon the intrusion. But when something concerns my son, I take it personally.” Carlton gestured stiffly toward a chair. “Please. Sit.” “I’ll stand,” Don Ramon replied coolly. Carlton cleared his throat and remained standing, suddenly feeling very small despite his wealth and influence in the real estate world.

"Don't come any closer. If you lay a finger on me, my father will never let you get away with it." Dillon's voice carried a barely noticeable tremor. "Let me tell you, my name is Dillon, and I'm the son of the president of the Ramirez Group in New York! You should know the status of the Ramirez Group in New York—it's no less than the Cromwell family! With just one word from my father, the Cromwell family would lose everything they have now."

The General Manager ushered him to the Chairman's dedicated seat. “Thank you for the gesture, Capt. Bolton,” he appreciated him and sat down before they took their seats accordingly. “You are welcome. Permit me to introduce the management team to you.” “That would be great,” he said and turned on his recorder on his device. Nevertheless, the General Manager began the introduction, “I have introduced myself before but I will do that again. I am, Capt. Alex Bolton, the General Manager. Sitting beside me is the Chief Accountant. His is by name, Capt. Charles Graham.”

"Sorry, I didn't know. Let's work on training first. Maybe if you put some muscles on this scrawny ass your wolf will feel more confident." I looked to my back side. My ass isn't scrawny. Stupid Vampire Siren Thing is scrawny. My wolf agreed with a small whine. "I'm not scrawny." He shook his head at me. His grey eyes looked liked he didn't want to be here and his voice was laced with nothing but dismay. Fine! He was opposite of scrawny. Bolton was almost seven feet tall with way too many muscles. I looked up to him and realized I never fully checked him out before.

Bryan looks past her to acknowledge her husband who walks in behind her. He is a quiet more subdued tall man with wispy hair and a funny looking moustache. The couple couldn't look more mismatched if they tried. "Are these the parents of the kid who hurt my daughter?" Mrs. Boltons voice is deep and resounding. Such a contrast to her feminine outlook that we all gape at her, numbstruck. "Hi, Mrs. Bolton. Thank you for joining us, please have a seat." I get out of my chair and I extend my hand to her, hoping she takes it and save us all the embarrassment. She is even more larger than life than Mr. Bryan and his optimistic act.

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

The tall, well-dressed man who entered scanned the room until his eyes landed on her. Without hesitation, he strode toward Rihanna and offered his hand with a respectful smile. “Good morning, Ms. President. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. By the way, I’m Lance Bolton, Vice President of D.C. Bank Corp.” Rihanna stood gracefully, a gentle yet commanding smile curving her lips. She reached for Lance’s hand to shake it, causing his cheeks to flush with sudden color. His eyes darted around the room until they landed on the corner-mounted CCTV.

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he turned back to the pot, "what kind of dress do you have in mind?" "Anything light blue is fine really." "When's the prom?" he asked as he served our plates of pasta and sauce. "It's in two weeks." I replied, twirling the pasta in my fork and pushing it into my mouth He chewed his food and swallowed hard, "You know I never went to my high school prom." he commented. "Really?" I blurted. He chuckled, "Yeah, I started getting into trouble in my senior year and a few days before prom, I got into a fight, as a disciplinary action, I was ordered not to come to prom, and quite frankly, I had better things to do."

Ramon suddenly raised a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. Ramon tilted his head back, a slow, dangerous smile creeping back onto his face as a quiet realization dawned on him. "Alright, that's enough," Ramon said, leaning back against his leather chair, his mood shifting back to absolute calm. "What are the Boltons up to lately?" "They're preparing to partner with Northern Light Co.," Felix reported smoothly. "Word is they're signing the final contract within the next few days." "The shipbuilding giant?" Ramon looked down at the polished floor, his eyes narrowing.