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“You don’t like it, right? You wouldn’t care anyway.” Shaking my head, I turn around and head out into the parking garage the moment the doors slide open.

“It’s good. Make a draft plan and send it to me.”

I stop in my tracks and spin around to stare at his back as he climbs into his green Porsche.

“W-What…”

He drives away, and I am left, mouth gaping, in the middle of the silent parking lot.

He… agreed to my idea?

He didn’t even argue about it.

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“You said the elevator was fixed and the poster was fake,” Ambrose huffs out from next to me.

We are supposed to be on the fifth floor for a meeting with the board members in thirty minutes. And now we are stuck in this elevator, which has suddenly shut down.

How fucking great.

Just my luck to be stuck with her. Except the thought isn’t as maddening as I thought it would be. Not after what I know now.

“Well done for being so smart and still using a broken elevator and making me use it too,” she grumbles.

She’s glaring at me as if it’s my fault. I only purposely set that sign outside the elevator to make her job difficult and gave her the work to keep going up and down.

Except, now the broken elevator is actually broken, and I am stuck with her, of all people.

“Are you putting the blame on me?” I point to myself.

She crosses her arms, narrows her sharp eyes, and turns to face me.

“Yes. I am.”

From here, I can clearly see the deep chestnut colour in her eyes that I never noticed before and a small mole right on top of her upper lip. Her eyes hold a familiar annoyance towards me.

It feels so familiar, so soothing, and yet chaotic.

We fit like this. Always arguing, always against each other, yet still have that feeling of familiarity.

And I hate to admit the fact that I truly look forward to having a moment alone with her.

“I could fire you for running your mouth with me like this.”

She crooks a brow, as if daring me to. “Yeah? Go ahead, I would love to see you try.” She looks so cocky right now, as if she knows I can’t simply do that. And it’s true, a small part of me doesn’t want to let this little plaything go.

“I can send you a letter stating you are fired just like I did before. So don’t test me, Ambrose.”

She huffs, looking to the side before sliding those champagne-coloured eyes back to me.

“Right, and you think I won’t fight back? Remember that I, too, am a board member.”

I take a step closer to her, getting in her personal space, eyes narrowed. The urge to bend her over my knee to shut that sassy mouth of hers is pretty strong.

“Why didn’t you just settle for that? Why make both of our lives difficult and be here?”

She clenches her hands into fists; a sign that she is very angry and trying to control it.

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