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The last board member stood up, shaking my hand firmly. “We look forward to the updates on those investment proposals, Miss Arrde.”
I nodded sharply. “You’ll have them by the end of the week.”
As soon as they left, I let out a breath, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension. The meeting had gone well—better than expected. Yet, the dull ache behind my eyes refused to fade.
Not from work.
From him.
I strode back to my office, heels clicking against the polished floors. The moment I shut the door behind me, I grabbed my phone from the desk and dialed Alex’s number.
One ring. Two. Three.
Voicemail.
Again.
A growl built at the back of my throat as I paced, gripping the phone so tightly my fingers ached.
Where the hell is he?
I tried again.
Straight to voicemail.
"Dammit!" I
