Auditing The Man Who Ruined Me
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At the International Hospitality Summit, I accidentally drenched the heir to the Harrington empire in red wine.
The room went deathly silent. My director looked like he was about to suffer a stroke, ready to fire me on the spot to appease the gods of old money.
But Brooks Harrington simply wiped the crimson liquid from his face with a linen napkin. His eyes were cold, his expression unreadable, as he turned to the summit coordinator.
"Her hands are unsteady," he said, his voice a low, commanding rasp. "Don't make her carry heavy things in the future."
