Chapter 1: The Encounter
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Mira Thomas adjusted her apron and sighed as she wiped down the counter of the small art café where she worked. It wasn’t the life she had dreamed of—she had once wanted to be a famous painter, but dreams didn’t pay rent.
She glanced at the time. 9:55 PM. Five more minutes until closing. Just as she reached for the café sign to turn it to CLOSED, the door swung open.
A tall man in an expensive black suit stepped in, shaking off the rain from his coat. His dark eyes scanned the place before settling on her.
“I need a coffee. Black,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.
Mira sighed. “We’re closing in five minutes.”
He raised a brow. “Then that’s enough time, isn’t it?”
She rolled her eyes but walked back behind the counter. “Fine. One black coffee.”
As she brewed it, she stole glances at him. There was something dangerous yet captivating about him—the kind of man who looked like he belonged in a high-rise office, making million-dollar deals, not sitting in a nearly empty art café.
When she set the coffee in front of him, he took a sip and nodded. “Perfect.”
She crossed her arms. “You must really love coffee to walk in during a storm at this hour.”
A smirk tugged at his lips. “I came here for something else.”
Mira frowned. “And what would that be?”
He leaned forward slightly. “You.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Who was this man?
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