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I slam the door to his office harder than I intend to.
Nora’s standing right outside, arms crossed, brows raised like she’s been waiting a while.
“Took you long enough,” she says, narrowed eyes raking my body. “Why do you look like a tomato? Did you run laps in there or something?”
I blink, caught off guard. “What?”
“You’re flushed.” She gestures at my face. “Like full-on red. Should I be worried?”
God. I hadn't realized it was that obvious.
I exhale slowly, trying to keep my voice even as I let out a nervous chuckle. “Did you see the news?”
Nora frowns. “The Daily Whisper thing?”
I shrug. I don't even know where he saw it.
Her eyes lingers on my face before she pulls out her phone, unlocks it, and holds it up. The headline glares back at me: CEO Ezra Harrington’s Secret Lat
