R18+
The heavy double doors of Anthony’s office clicked open.
Jasmine stepped inside, carrying a sleek leather portfolio under one arm. She wore a sharp, impeccably tailored ivory pantsuit, her dark hair falling in sleek waves. She looked every bit the powerhouse CEO and master architect she had fought to become.
Anthony turned from the window, a slow, deeply proud smile breaking across his sharp features as he watched her cross the room.
"If you keep staring out that window at my building, Mr. de Mercer, the financial press is going to start running rumors that Mercer Global is planning a hostile takeover of Vance & Benitez Design," Jasmine teased lightly, setting her portfolio down on the edge of his obsidian desk before walking straight into his open arms.
Anthony’s hands slid
