![]() ![]() His style was slightly flashier than mine but couldn’t be faulted. “The Morgan deal is coming together nicely.” Adjusting his tailored slacks, he settled into one of the two chairs facing my desk. His prey drive was nearly as highly developed as my own. ![]() Do you have something for me?”Īpproaching my desk, he grinned in a way that told me he loved his job, although I never doubted it. Until his arrival, the brightly colored carafes and Eva’s red vase had been the only spots of color in the monochromatic expanse of my office. I sat back, absently noting that his emerald-hued tie matched the jeweled decanters decorating the bar. “What’s the secret to getting sent some of these?” The card that accompanied the flowers sat on the smoked glass of my desk and I fingered it, rereading the words for the hundredth time.Īrash pulled a rose out and lifted it to his nose. There, they had been successfully drawing my attention away from the stock tickers streaming on the wall of flat screens behind them. I’d had them placed on the coffee table in my direct line of sight. My lead attorney walked over to where Eva’s white roses decorated the main seating area. “More flowers?” Arash Madani drawled as he strolled into my office through the open glass double doors. ![]()
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