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Rose’s corporate transfer was supposed to be a promotion, but it becomes a trap when she walks into the new branch office and locks eyes with the CEO—her infuriatingly handsome school rival, Scara.
Rose’s polished heel caught on the carpet. The air vanished from her lungs. Across the room, surrounded by junior staff, Scara stood frozen mid-sentence, his dark blue hair like a shock against the sterile white walls. His indigo eyes widened, just for a fraction, mirroring the electric jolt that shot straight to her core. Then his CEO mask slammed down, his smirk returning sharper, deadlier. 'Everyone, back to work.' His gaze never left hers. 'You. My office.'
The night goes...and one day he invited her on a date on the Christmas afternoon...at a cafe...she was wearing a blue white sweater which not too fluffy , a blue , red , white strips skirt that reached her knee almost...and those tight black pants with her red muffler....she is looking beautiful