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THE NEXT DAY, Scarlett strode into the office with confidence, wearing her best black Armani suit with a white silk blouse and pearls. But she’d barely had a chance to open her briefcase when her assistant buzzed her.
“Lucan wants to see you in his office.”
And she wanted to see him. Straightening her shoulders, she walked into his office. Unfortunately, David was there, along with Lucan’s assistant.
“What’s up?” Scarlett acted calm, as if her world had not exploded yesterday.
Lucan looked up. “David brought in a Spanish cosmetics company who needs to have their intellectual property agreements reviewed before they go public. They’re moving their operation to New York.”
David’s face turned red. “Well, I didn’t exactly bring it in. Scarlett, you made the contact and the pitch. I jus
