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... ading glasses low on his nose, looking at a spread of building designs.
"Contact our Manhattan architect and inform him I need those plans in the next hour. I don’t have time to go for lunch today, so get me something. Twelve sharp. And make sure—"
"You’re not firing me?" Ivy blurted, cutting him off.
Winn’s head snapped up. His dark eyes narrowed on her. "Do you want me to?" he asked smoothly, one brow arched.
"No! No, sir," Ivy stammered, her face burning. "Carr ...
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