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Edgar sighed, opening the door wider, shaking his head, quickly recomposing himself, “I must apologize, miss. She will be late tonight.”
She wasn’t here yet? Scarlett couldn't go back home! She knew that if she did, she wouldn’t have the guts to come back here again. She played it cool, “I can wait. I have all time in the world.”
The man pursed his lips, severely judging her, “I don’t doubt. May I know your name?”
“Scarlett Sinclair.”
His eyes lit up in recognition and he acquiesced, stepping aside, “Sinclair? Ah, I did overhear her talking to her secretary about you over the phone a few times. Please, don't stand in the cold. Come in. Should I get you something? Tea or wine perhaps?”
Her heart started thumping in her chest. “No, I’m fine. Thank you!” Cattleya had been
