I watched her go, my chest tight, my blood still boiling. I needed to stay away from her. She was a trap, a dangerous distraction from a family that already carried too much prestige for her to be acting like an ordinary street girl.
I waited a few moments to let her get ahead, adjusting my cuffs and forcing my breathing to slow down. I was a man who controlled empires, yet a spoiled, reckless brat had just pushed me to the absolute edge of my restraint in a corporate office.
It was pathetic.
Stepping out of the executive suite, I walked down the corridor toward the elevators. Clara was standing near the reception desk, talking to Sarah. When she saw me approach, she straightened up, offering a respectful, polished smile.
"Everything handled with the files, Mr. Holt?" Clara asked.
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