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Still nothing.
I Ru mne ni things Hindus who sent revisen Banke if ging va burned by momenna lea It was nearly ten I’d showered, blow-dried my hair, slaffered on right cream, and as fast about to go to bed ochen my p?ene finally brezzed Sebastian Twon’t be back at wond any time soon. Ping it to Laurent Global Holdings headquarters tomorrow No “please” No thanks”Just a straight up instruction like I was one of his interns.
I typed back. Got it.
Didn’t add a smiley.
He didn’t deserve one.
His message had the warmth of a parking ticket Maybe this was the real Sebastian Laurent-zero charm, full corporate robot.
I was about to put my phone away when it rang Unknown number.
Could’ve been a scam call.
More likely Daniel Granger again.
Thung up instantly and blocked the number.
Next morning, I took half a day off just to drop the damn jacket off at Laurent Global Holdings.
The building sat like a smug, glass monolith right in the middle of downtown, prime real estate with a reflective metal fa?ade that flashed simlight in every direction like it was trying to blind the poor.
Sixty-eight floors of money.
It towered over everything like it knew it owned the skyline.
LGH didn’t just deal in real estate and finance.
They had fingers in every pie-tech, hospitality, tourism, you name it.
It it generated income, they were knee-deep in it.
The place was also a hotspot for influencers and wannabe TikTok stars.
I’d passed it loads of times and seen people doing twirls or filming dance routines right outside the entrance…
I’d never actually gone in.
Inside, it was all clean lines, matte finishes, and subtle flexes of wealth.
Like, “Yes, this chair costs more than your car, but we won’t mention it.”You couldn’t get past the lobby without clearance.
Which meant I was promptly intercepted by the front desk, where a girl with perfect eyeliner looked me up and down like I’d shown up to a Met Gala in Crocs.
“You can’t go upstairs without an appointment,” she said, smiling the way dentists do before drilling a nerve.
“Mr Laurent gets swamped with requests every day. His calendar’s booked out months in advance.”She gave me another once-over.
I could tell exactly what she was thinking-here’s another one, trying to land a billionaire with a fresh blowout and a hopeful bra.
Joke’s on her. I hadn’t even bothered with mascara.
“Maybe come back in three months,” she suggested, this time with a sprinkle of pity.
I didn’t argue.
There was no point.
I found a seat in the lobby’s visitor zone and texted him: I’m at LGH. Can I leave the jacket at reception?
Ten minutes ticked by.
Then five more.
By the time the reply came, I was seconds away from hurling the jacket at the nearest bin and calling it a day.
Sebastian: Contact Dominic Everett, my assistant.
He pushed a phone number.
No explanation.
No “thanks”.
I stared at the message, already pissed.
All this hassle for one stupid jacket First 1 had to take time off.
Then I got treated like a groupie or wannabe gold digger.
Now I had to track down his assistant like I was hand-delivering the Ark of the Covenant?
God, I was such a mug All this effort for a guy who texted like a contract clause.
Still, I’d already come this far.
Might as well follow through and avoid the karmic curse of unfinished favours.
I called the number.
Not five minutes later, the lift dinged and out walked a man-tall, sharp suit, not a hair out of place.
He moved like he had three meetings and a merger deal waiting, but still smiled when he reached me.
“Thanks for coming all this way, Miss Vance. I’ll take the jacket from here.”At least someone here had manners.
I handed it over, then asked, mostly to make conversation, “Is your boss in a meeting?”Dominic blinked.
“Mr Laurent didn’t come in today, No meetings. He’s… on a date.”
“A date?” The word just jumped out.
“With who?”Dominic glanced around.
He looked like a kid sitting on a Christmas secret.
Clearly dying to spill, but also shackled by his corporate leash.
I just stared at him.
Waited.
Eventually, the leash snapped.
“Octavia Grey,” he whispered, like it was classified intel.
“She’s been after our boss for ages.”I blinked.
Octavia Grey.
The hottest A-lister on the planet right now.
She just snagged the biggest film award in the country for some critically acclaimed indie drama.
You couldn’t open your phone without her face popping up-red carpets, interviews, aesthetic brunch pics.
She had that lethal combo of fame, talent, and bone structure.
But I’d seen her in clips-she was the definition of icy-hot.
Always looked like she’d sooner roll her eyes than flirt.
And now she was chasing Sebastian Laurent?
While I was trying to process the mental image of those two breathing the same air, Dominic dropped another bomb.
“Miss Vance, I’m sure you know, um, our boss is in a rush to get me red I didn’t know whether to laugh or wince.
The fact that even Sebastian’s assistant was openly discussing his desperation to tie the knot made my brain glitch I said, “Yeah, I know.”Sebastian had said he wanted me to think about his little marriage proposal But from the looks of things, I wasn’t the only one with a spot on the shortlist.
If I said no, maybe he’d be signing marriage papers with Octavia Grey by tomorrow.
The man wasn’t kidding about being in a rush.
It was a business deal for him, obviously.
He probably thought any warm body would do.
But was it the same for me?
If I said no to him, would I also have options?
Technically, yes.
There was Daniel, with Louisa’s blessing, and Leonard Something my mother tried to set me up with.
Last night, I blocked Daniel.
Felt amazing for about seven hours.
Then this morning, he called me from two different numbers like a desperate Tinder ghost who couldn’t take a hint.
And my mother had been blowing up my phone too.
I didn’t even need to pick up to know what she’d say.
Looking at it now, marriage with Sebastian might actually be the smartest move I could make, and possibly the only move, short of moving away and changing my name.
Dominic spoke again.
“Please excuse my being so direct, but I’ve worked with Mr Laurent for years and, trust me, he’s not into those celebrity types. You’re the one he’s most satisfied with, Miss Vance. You should really consider your position.”
“Right.” I nodded.