The door slid open, and I stepped into the penthouse office for my first day as Jace Virellโs assistant. He was already there, standing tall by the floor-to-ceiling windows, cold as glass with his arms crossed. Without turning, he said Youโre late My gaze stayed fixed on the reports in front of me, but I could feel the tension in the room I donโt have time for distractions I added without looking up
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