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He didn’t take his eyes off Aurora. His cold stare bore into her without a single blink, his expression hardening as if he were taking her entire presence into account at once.

Aurora could feel the blood drain from her face. Her boss’s expression was nothing short of intimidating....if she didn’t know better, she’d think he was some kind of tyrant. Slowly, she slid her hand from the armrest of the chair and adjusted her scarf, clearing her throat nervously.

It was only then that Sam seemed to snap out of whatever deep thoughts had pulled him away. He shifted in his plush office chair and gestured towards the seat across from him.

“Please. Sit down,” he said, his tone devoid of warmth or humor.

Aurora gave a forced smile and quietly thanked him as she sat.