The soft jazz playing from the Bentley's speakers did nothing to calm Chloe's racing heart.
She sat in the plush leather passenger seat, clutching her tablet against her chest like a shield. She couldn't stop sneaking glances at the man driving.
Just yesterday, she had watched Luke stand in the executive suite wearing a dirty trench coat. Today, in a tailored charcoal suit, he looked entirely different. His broad shoulders filled the expensive fabric perfectly. He didn't look like a new logistics manager. He looked like a billionaire taking a quiet morning drive.
What baffled Chloe most was his calm. They were heading into a corporate crisis. They had to deal with the most corrupt officials in the city. Yet his hands rested loosely on the wheel, his breathing slow and steady.
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