Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
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