Tiffany's Point of ViewJonah, one of the company's employees, called me to his office at exactly 9:12 AM"Tiffany, Mr. Kratvak wants to see you. Now."My heart skipped a beat. He'd never called me personally before. He smoothed down my skirt, checked his lipstick in the doorway mirror, and walked in like I owned the room. I'd waited months for this, months of watching him from my desk, seeing him work closely with Lara, and it hurts, honestly. I tried to do things to get closer to him, like learning his coffee order and then pretending I didn't care when he never looked in my direction, but he never noticed. His office was cold, glass walls, a black desk, no photos, just him and the clear glass separating his office from Lara's. That bitch. Valentino stood by the window with his back to me. The morning light cut through his suit, making him look almost unreal. Broad shoulders, dark hair that always looked like he'd just run his hands through it. Even standing, he exuded power. "
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