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"I wonder who it is..."

I grab another piece of celery to munch on as my mind goes back to the last 10% I need to figure out about Wynd and me. How would I know if—

"May I have a moment of your time, Ms. Moreno?"

—the billionaire in my mind has suddenly materialized right next to our table?

What in the world?

All I can do is stare, celery stick suspended halfway to my mouth, while my gorgeous billionaire of ice looms over me like some avenging angel in a custom-tailored suit.

Chapter Ten

THE BOARDROOM ATLuntianwas exactly what Wynd expected from a mid-tier company trying to project success on a limited budget. Medium-sized space, leather furniture that was well-maintained but showed signs of age, and floor-to-ceiling windows covered by cream-colored blinds.

His gaze swept over the room, taking inventory of every detail. Security cameras mounted in the corners, a projector system for presentations, and a small sidebar with coffee service and water glasses.

It wasn't the most luxurious boardroom, but it would do for what he had in mind.

And as for Star...

She remained standing by the entrance, her coral blouse a bright splash of color against the neutral tones of the room. Her face was pale and her posture stiff; she looked as if she was ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

He could feel her gaze following his every move, and he sensed her mood turning curious when he walked past the chair at the head of the table—the power position she obviously expected him to claim—and instead selected a pair of seats opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wynd pulled out a chair for her. "Sit down, Ms. Moreno."

She did as asked, and he sensed her jerking in her seat in surprise when he sat beside her rather than across from her.

Good.

"Do you know why I came here?" Wynd drawled.

She shook her head, those expressive brown eyes wide and uncertain.

"I left you a note."

"I...I saw it."

"And?"

She swallowed hard and started wringing her hands in her lap like a schoolgirl called to the principal's office. "I...I didn't realize—"

"That I was waiting for your call?"

"I honestly didn't think you were. It just felt so impersonal—"

"I would never care to ask for something that didn't matter to me."

"I'm sorry—"

"No, Star," he cut her off gently, his voice softer than his expression. "I'm the one who's sorry."

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Because what you've done means I'll have to punish you."

"O-Oh."

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