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Sylvia Benson didn't want a partner in life; she wanted her name on the door. When Scott MacLen walked away for good, she told herself the corner office was warmer than any man's arms, and almost believed it—until the day her next case made her his direct superior.
Sylvia sat in her new office, part of her recent promotion among the esteemed lawyers at MarAdams and Associates. As the firm's reputation rises, so too does its workers and architecture. On the four
As the elevator doors slid open on the fourth floor, Sylvia stepped out and headed towards Mr Adams' assistant at the front desk. The moment he spotted her, he nodded in the direction of his boss's of
Sylvia arrives at the client meeting, briefing folder in hand, only to find Scott MacLen already seated behind his mahogany table. "Welcome, Miss Benson. Please do have a seat." There was a shift in t
Sylvia takes a steadying breath as she lifts her gaze from the folder in her hand, meeting Scott's gaze. "Business only," she agrees, "for now." She murmured extending her hand. His warm fingers close