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Polly nodded curtly at her still-hovering assistant Things had obviously got slack under Raff’s reign She hoped it wouldn’t take too long to get things back on track—or to get herself back on track; nowalks on beaches where the sand was so fine it felt like silk underfoot, noru in an alternate universe
No She was back to work, routine and norht?
Slowly Polly turned the chro the cool polished feel of the hout the store the door handle was one of the original art deco fittings chosen by her great-grandfather back in the nineteen twenties His legacy lived on in every fitting and fixture She loved the weight of history that fell onto her shoulders as soon as she walked into the building Her naacy
She stood on the threshold for a second and breathed in It was finally hers Everything she had worked for, everything she had dreamed of—this was her office, her store, her way
And yet it had all felt so unachievable just three o Despite four years as vice CEO and the last of those years as acting CEO while her grandfather stood back from the company he loved as fiercely as Polly herself did, she had walked away After her grandfather had told her he was finally stepping down and installing Polly’s twin brother Raff in his place she had dropped her swipe card on the desk, collected her bag and walked out
The next day she had been on a plane to South America She had left her home, her cat and her company—and replaced them with a frivolous bucket list
Three months later that memory still had the power to wind her
But here she was, back at the hel to stand in her way
The relief at seeing her office unchanged swept over her; the sunshine streahlighting the wood panelling, tiled floors and her beautiful walnut desk—the very sarandfather for this room in nineteen twenty-five—the bookshelves and photos, her chaise longue, her
Hang on Her eyes skittered back; that hadn’t been there before
Or rather he hadn’t
Nope, Polly was pretty sure she would have re beauty on her antique chaise longue when she’d stormed out