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As Holly stepped out of the elevator, in a world of her own, she found herself in Jacques Querruel’s arms, the file he was holding spreading its pages over the floor as he dropped it to steady them both.

He looked devastating. “I thought we decided last night it was Jacques?” he asked, still holding her.

Holly was mesmerized. “But that was away from the office,” she said weakly.

“And this is in the office, and I still wish you to call me by my first name, mademoiselle.”

“People might get the wrong idea,” she insisted.

“I am the boss, am I not? I can do whatever I want.”