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... or, hiding her sleepless night behind a coat of flawless makeup and her brightest red lipstick. Her heels clicked defiantly as if daring anyone to notice the slight drag in her step.
Damian was already there. Of course he was. Standing by his desk, flipping through his sketch book as though he had been waiting for her all morning. Which he had.
His posture was annoyingly perfect, his charcoal suit tailored within an inch of its life, and his expression unreadable.
Chloe r ...
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