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He was still hot, in spite of the cold, by the tilass front door on the Connelly building If Ja to

“Afternoon, Mr Connelly,” the guard said, as though Liaular occurrence

“James” Liam nodded his head Hoped he appeared more civil than he felt, and avoided eye contact with any other employees as he made a beeline for the elevator

Half expecting his elevator card to be defunct as well, he was considering taking the stairs to the top floor, when he stepped into the arriving car to find a top-floor aide—A there “Thirty-six, Mr Connelly?” she asked, na their destination like an elevator attendant

“Yes, please” He didn’t have to fake the smile he bestowed upon her Amy wasnice on the eyes

And his split froo Not that that made any difference Liam didn’t hit on employees

Or date them

That was bad for business Fodder for lawsuits And made life far more complicated than it needed to be

Just like he’d never, ever look at Marie or Gabrielle in that way Not because he feared a lawsuit No, so them

It was the worst thing he could i told he only had months to live

Okay, that was a little dramatic, he allowed silently, as he watched the lit floor numbers climb slowly upward When the button for floor thirty-six was pressed, the elevator didn’t stop on its way up or down

Firht about the imminent shoith his old otten when the door opened, giving Liaht Though he was curious now to see if the old s to be packed, Liam didn’t bother to check

Walter ht take a hard line and make harsh threats, but Lia any younger

The old man needed him

They’d work through this