Billionaire's December Despair
Martha, in her capacity as a secretary, reached for the phone, her tone professional yet tinged with humor.
"I'm the secretary, right? Let me handle this," Martha's voice carried a sense of authority mixed with playful banter.
Osiris chuckled softly, a twinkle in his eyes. "Right, of course."
As Martha engaged in the conversation on the phone, their eyes held a conversation of their own. A shared understanding seemed to pass between them, a connection that went beyond words. Their gazes held each other, a silent exchange that spoke of camaraderie and mutual appreciation.
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