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Prologue

His eyes and all their imperfections

“Good afternoon, Mr Conti,” I say, holding out htly upwards so he can see my perfectly manicured nails I do them myself, a little hobby of mine I think pretty, clean nails say a lot about a person, even iene is so important “I’m Rose Sinclair”

His large hand engulfs rip is as firm and warm as his eyes

Mr Ezra Conti, an Aalomaniac lives to make other people feel so very breakable I have spent the past three weeks ofhis life and his role at WhyTech I know more details about his life, his business, and his family, than I know about myself

Though that’s likely because he has more details in his life, family, and business

He is the unattainable Mr C

From what I’ve read, women throw theible bachelor in Rome, now ain LA and not looking to sloith his business responsibilities anytime soon

To say he has travelled much in his life would be an understatement

One of the main reasons I want to be a part of his personal team The travel

His handsoray eyes, heavy-lidded and narrowed in a way that is so sharp and assessing, looklook and I’, but that is for a reason

I’m not here to look hot Not that I could I’m not even sure I kno I’m here to work Well… interview But I know the job is mine so that’s a le thing on the list of duties that I cannot do with quickness and efficiency

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms Sinclair, but I’m afraid to inform you that I already filled the position”