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They say Cancers are born worriers. Mix that with my mom's perfectionist DNA, and you've got someone who
sees a red flag in every tiny change to routine.
Normally when a guy shaves at night, he’s heading to a business dinner. But Nathan? He’s got his routine down
to a science - dinner at one of his regular spots, then straight home. No cocktail hours, no networking events,
nothing
So what could possibly make Manhattan's most powerful CEO break his golden rule? Was there scrisis at
Pierce & Associates he was shieldingfrom?
I had to see for myself. If everything was fine, great. If not, we'd face it together.
| called Sarah. We'd been roommates all through Harvard, and now she was CFO at Pierce & Associates. Back
when her family lost everything in the 2008 crash, I'd helped her get back on her feet and convinced Nathan to
give her a shot at the firm.
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She practically sprinted across the marble lobby when she saw me.
“Emma!” She pulledinto a hug before whiskingtoward the private elevator. “You need to visit more
often! The whole office lights up when you're here. Even Nathan's death glare takes a vacation.”
| couldn’t help but smile. “Everything okay around here lately?”
“Better than okay - huge news!”
“What?” My stomach dropped.
“We doubled our profits! Everyone's getting massive bonuses!” Sarah’s whole face lit up. That's what I've
always. loved about her life knocked her down hard, but she never lost that sparkle.
Nathan was stuck in meetings, so Sarah walkedto his corner office. As we passed the executive floor, |
noticed a cluster of unfamiliar faces - all young, female, and looking like they'd stepped off a magazine cover.
A nasty little thought crept in: Was this why he’d suddenly started caring about evening grooming?
| immediately felt sick at myself. This was Nathan Pierce, for God's sake. The sman who'd hosted the Miss
Manhattan pageant at our venue and spent the whole evening answering work emails in his office.
“You okay? You've got that look,” Sarah nudged me.
I hit my lip. “New assistants?”
“What? Oh - the PR team. Business is booming, so Nathan set up a dedicated external relations department. His
idea, actually - said it was the only way to keep his promise about being hfor dinner every night.”
She gavethat knowing look. “Emma Pierce, you were literally on Vanity Fair's ‘30 Under 30° list. Are you
seriously worried about the PR girls?”
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“I know, | know, I'm being ridiculous,” laughed weakly.
Sarah squeezed my arm. “Your overthinking is going to give you premature wrinkles. Relax- they handle client
events. Nathan barely knows their names.”
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After she left, | sank into Nathan's chair, staring at the gallery of our photos on his desk. Photos from our
vineyard wedding, our Amalfi Coast anniversary, casual shots oflaughing in Central Park...
So the company was thriving. No other woman. Maybe he just got a fancy new electric razor from his Birchbox.
Maybe he just felt like it.
Lucy and Sarah kept tellingif | hadn’t married someone as steady as Nathan, my anxiety would've landed
Then ca soft knock.
A woman entered, head slightly bowed, setting down a cup of artisan tea with picture-perfect precision.
“Mrs. Pierce, please don’t hesitate if you need anything else.”
My blood ran cold.
Claire Morrison. Nathan's executive assistant.
| hadn't expected to see her.
She was still here.
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