When we finally arrived at the company, Luca didn’t stop to look at anyone. He just walked straight ahead, his long confident strides making it clear he owned the place. I had to hurry behind him, my heels clicking loudly on the shiny marble floor, each step reminding me of the short skirt hugging my thighs and the tight shirt that clung to me like a second skin. My lipstick felt too red, my glasses suddenly too bold, and it hit me right then—hard.

Oh no. Today was the board meeting.

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