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Seth
I hated unfinished business.
Missing the first day of my own father's emergency board session wasn't something I'd planned. A complication with a post-op patient at Healing Grace had kept me tethered to the hospital until well past midnight, and by the time I'd resurfaced, the meeting had already adjourned, leaving me with nothing but a terse voicemail from my father and instructions to appear for day two, no exceptions.
I walked into the conference room the following morning already irritated, and irritation sharpened into something else entirely the moment I saw her.
Emily DelaRosa. Sitting directly across the table, spine straight, expression carved from stone, a folder untouched in front of her like she'd rather set it on fire than read it.
Of course.
I hadn't expecte
