s world with surprising ease. There was a method to the chaos that was Liam's company, a structure that kept everything moving at breakneck speed. B

et moments of the office when she thought she could just focus on the work. She had started to notice the subtle way

as no d

d, but she had managed to pull together a presentation for Liam by the end of the day. She had already spent hours working on it, tweaking every

ust a presentation, Violet. It's just business. Nothing more.* Yet, the

ials, her phone buzzed. I

e Westbrook guy? Still

ite the nerves tightening in her sto

d to get through this pres

got it bad. Just don't let him pul

ged since she first set foot in this company. There was a magnetic pull between her and Liam, one that neither of them seemed willing to acknowledge, bu

back before putting her phone do

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bly designed. Violet had been in the room before for meetings, but today felt different. Today, she wasn't just another employee delivering a report; she wa

, pushing the door

ing hers as she stepped inside. He gave a brief nod, acknowledg

e said, his tone commanding, before he hung up. "We'll ha

t made it clear this was his world-everything operated on his terms

ough there was an edge to it that Violet could

tbrook," she replied, her voice steady despite the nerves gnawing at her. She placed the neatl

ough them quickly before his gaze met hers again.

feel as though he could see straight through her, as though he knew exactly what was g

Violet shifted uneasily under his gaze, unsure of what was happening between th

king the silence. "For now, I have a meeting in thirty m

dismiss her quickly, but the offer to stay was unexpected, even more so given the tension that had been

think I'll take my leave for now. I do

e been a compliment or a challenge. "Very well. But don't forget,

aught a glimpse of his expression-eyes following her every movement, calculating, watching. The weight of his g

complicated, and she wasn't

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yes on her, the way he had looked at her like she was both an employee to be evaluated and someth

, pulling her out of h

et? I'm getting the sense this i

r chest. Maybe. But I'm not sure where this is goin

ied with a wink emoji. Just be care

ally not someone like Liam Westbrook. But the pull between them was undeniable. She could feel it every time their eyes met, every time their paths crossed. A

*

piercing gaze, his voice wrapped in commands and riddles, and the chemistry that hung in the air whenever they spoke. Despite the fact tha

ghts. As much as she tried to convince herself that her attraction to Liam was simply a product of the professional tension they shared, she knew deep down that wasn't the wh

as no turni

elf to admit what was happening. Violet had never been one to let emotions control her. She had spent years building a life for herself independent of any man, especially a man like

se, black pencil skirt, and a pair of sleek heels. Professional.

her way to the subway. Her thoughts, however, stayed with Liam. What would today bring? Would she be forced to continue walking t

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meetings, but as usual, Violet made her way directly to her desk. She had learned quickly that efficiency was key at Westb

ils to respond to, reports to prepare - but she couldn't shake the feeling that something else was on the horizon.

rk suit. His hair was neatly styled, and his expression unreadable. He scanned the office, eyes briefly

enigma, wrapped in an aura of power and mystery. She could feel it in the air whenever he entered a r

Kensin

hrough the silence. She looked up, meeting his sharp gaze. He had returned to

ed, her voice steady despite

s tone businesslike. "Prepare yourself. It will be an import

at Westbrook Enterprises were some of the most influential people in the indu

he excitement building inside her. "Any

have. She couldn't quite read his expression, but there was something

d commanding. "The figures we're working with are crucial for

acing, but her focus remained on

fore turning to leave. "

such an important task meant that Liam was starting to take her seriously. Or maybe it meant he

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t from Liam, and spread out her notes and laptop, preparing herself for the meeting to begin. She could feel the tension in the room as the executives filed in, each one more intimidating than the last. All of the

poised, and exuded an air of confidence that was almost intoxicating. As he took his seat

oice firm and commanding, filling t

that had been loaded onto the screen in front of her. The numbers. The projections. Everything had to be

ed notes, her eyes constantly shifting between the speakers and Liam, who seemed to control the room with every word he spoke. His mind was

out of the room, muttering to each other as they went

, his voice softer now.

hank you, Mr. Westbrook. I'll make sure to have

ng toward the door. "I look forward to seeing i

r chest. She was walking a fine line, and with every s