Chapter 13
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This is Emma Miller from our creative team, Mr. Wilson esteet me in the protest ains
of a career businessman
Nathan gave a slight nod, his face a parter muck of galite indiffer are a longhusale employee. Perhaps my winter hat and scarf, Auding half my face gave him pas
After all, Miller was one of the most common surnames in the camny
As Mr. Wilson continued his eager networking, Nathan suddenly can rugh the dates Whats your position?
“Oh? Me? You haven’t heard about my
“I was asking Ms. Miller.
“…Creative Team Lead, I managed to force out
“Impressive for someone so young”
“See? Mr. Rivera is complimenting your Mr. Willson beamed
“Young people these days, they don’t understand the importance of professional connections Thank the man properly!”
“…Thank you, Mr. Rivera.*
The air grew heavy with unspoken words as we stood there, waiting for my bus that seemed determined not to arrive.
Just as I raised my arm to hail a taxi–my escape plan B–a sleek black Porsche Cayenne glided to the curb. Nathan opened the back door with deliberate grace. “Let me give you a ride, Ms. Miller.”
”
Only a fool would still believe he hadn’t recognized me. As I turned to flee, his hand caught my wrist with practiced efficiency.
Then, in a voice low enough that only I could hear, loaded with three months‘ worth of unfinished
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business: “Emma Miller, is this how you treat all the men you’ve slept with?”
The words hung in the frigid air between us, sharp as ice and twice as cold.
