Inside the office, Lora Hale stood before the tall window, her silhouette framed against the late afternoon light. Her shoulders trembled—not with cold, but with sheer, raw anger. The soft shimmer gathering in her wide, watery eyes revealed more than she wanted anyone to see.
She was furious—furious enough that her hands were shaking.
That filthy man—Mr. Larson, whom she had trusted, whom she had worked with—had tried to use the opportunity to coerce her. To demand something disgusting. Something humiliating. Something no woman should ever be forced to tolerate.
He wanted her body
as the price for his investment.
It made her stomach churn.
That was something Lora Hale would never agree to.
She was building a company.
She was building her own future.
She was not for sale.
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