HIRED BY THE HEARTLESS TYCOON
They arrived at the towering company building, and due to their hurried pace, Ruby had no time to marvel at its size and grandeur.
They entered the elevator, and Tracy pressed the button for the top floor.
“Here we go,” Tracy said with a bright, encouraging smile as the elevator doors slid open.
Damian was on the phone, his back to them, swirling the wine in his glass.
Summoning every ounce of confidence she possessed, Ruby stepped into the office, smoothing her palms against the fabric of the pretty green sundress Lana had insisted she wear.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Loft,” Tracy greeted.
Damian turned around.
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