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... chest binding. My flight instinct screamed at me to keep walking, to pretend I hadn’t heard him, to run as far and fast as I could. But my legs wouldn’t cooperate.
Slowly, like a condemned prisoner facing a firing squad, I turned around.
Max’s piercing green eyes studied me with an intensity that made my skin prickle beneath my suit. He hadn’t moved from his relaxed position, legs still casually propped on Alex’s desk, but there was nothing casual about his gaze.
"Mr. Ho ...
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