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The elevator dings open onto a lobby of cool marble and glass, smelling of sterile air and bergamot. My heart beats a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Today is my first day as a secretary, three months after my divorce from a billionaire left me with nothing. An assistant guides me past silent workstations to a corner office walled in sky. A man sits with his back to the door, silhouetted against the sprawling city. "Miss you?" The CEO's voice is a drawl I'd know anywhere. The chair turns, slow and deliberate, revealing blond hair and a smirk that sends a shock through me. Mikhail Volkov. My ex-husband. He holds my CV like it's a private joke. "It's been a while," he says, his gaze piercing. "Did you miss me, darling? Or just my limitless credit?"