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Chapter 18: Cornered

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By Thursday afternoon, the power games broke wide open. The execs were jammed into the conference room, but as soon as Damien walked in, the space shrank. He didn’t need to speak or lift a finger,he just owned the room, almost seven feet of raw Alpha in a black suit, gold gaze landing on me like a challenge.

I sat near the head of the table with my tablet, legs crossed tight under my navy skirt. I’d chosen the cream blouse and pinned up my black hair with a look that screamed control. It didn’t
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