Chapter 6

He descended the stairs and spotted Dawson standing in the living room, phone in hand, deep in conversation with someone on the other end.

lan strode over and cast a glance at the phone. “Busy, are we?”

Dawson immediately ceased his texting, concern etching his features. “Mr. Hayes, is Ms. Clara very ill? Does she need to go to the hospital?”

lan was puzzled. “She told you that?”

“Yeah, she just asked me for a week off. I was wondering why she did not just tell you directly. Why go through the formal process with me?”

lan’s dark eyes grew heavier. “You approved it?”

said Ms. Clara should rest up at

boss. But instead,

excessive blood loss from surgery. On her first day back, her colleagues were quick to fill her in on the dreadful week they’d had. They

bonus slashed by a hefty sum courtesy of lan. Clara knew that money was Dawson’s rainy day fund, and now,

briefing her colleagues on a few work–related matters, she knocked on the CEO’s office door. Upon entering, she found lan, clad in a crisp

demeanor was cold and weary, his features sharp and distinct, and his deep–set eyes carried an air of casual indifference. An aura of icy aloofness and sophistication surrounded him. His expression barely changed as his

to throw caution to the wind. But she never expected her years of devotion to be

Hayes, the company’s leave policy states that direct supervisor approval suffices for absences of ten days or less. Dawson is my supervisor,

at her, his attractive eyes fixating on her as if seeing right through

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