Ryder stood at the conference table. "Quarterly targets aren't met. Revise strategy by week's end." Lia walked in, clad in his oversized shirt. Ryder's gaze locked onto hers. "Gentlemen, that's all." He strode over, wrapping his coat around her waist, covering her exposed legs. Lifting her over his shoulder, he carried her out of the room.
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