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The man before me was slender and elegant, his complexion pale. A small mole at the corner of his eye made him look both ethereal and striking. He looked completely different from the last time I’d seen him.
I took in his appearance, and he studied me in return. His dark eyes were calm but unreadable.
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“Ms. Jensen, I’ve heard so much about you. You’re truly as stunning as they say. His voice was low, with an amused lilt.
I offered him a smile
“Mr. Holt, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. You’re as refined as ever.”
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He chuckled, an undercurrent in his laughter.
“The plum blossoms you sent the other day,” he gestured to a plant on his desk, “have just bloomed.”
I raised my wrist, the rubies sparkling.
“And your bracelet arrived. I appreciate it.”
I leaned in close, admiring the blooms, and let him see the bracelet up close.
Irested my hand lightly on his shoulder. He stiffened, and I simply smiled.
