Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 642

Chapter 642

Morgan had been at Ferguson Corporation long enough to know exactly how to

read a room. The second he sensed Dylan was in a good mood, he slid right into a report about his latest projects. As expected, his timing paid off.

"Nice work. You really put some thought into this," Dylan said.

"Let HR bump up your salary."

Raises for senior staff usually meant weeks of meetings, endless paperwork, and layers of approvals. But now, with just a word from the CEO, it was done.

Morgan sat up a little straighter. He hadn't seen a raise in years-especially now, when other companies were slashing salaries and laying people off left and right. But not here. He was moving up, and he knew exactly who to thank.

Clara really was his lucky charm.

Clara had just scooped up a bite of dessert when she felt someone's beaming gaze land on her like a spotlight. She glanced up and caught Morgan staring at her.

He bowed a few times, grinning ear to ear. "Thank you, Mrs. Carter!"

She paused, fork halfway to her mouth, her brow furrowing. What had she even done?

Morgan left the office practically floating, humming to himself as the door clicked shut behind him.

Clara was left feeling a little confused, poking at her dessert with her spoon. When she was full, she set it aside and picked up a magazine, flipping through

the pages.

drifted in her direction. Afternoon sunlight spilled through the window, climbing across the floor, lighting up the leaves of a potted

turning pages without

his pen between his fingers, watching her for a few minutes before finally looking back at his own work.

Clara.

Something heavy and bittersweet welled up in his chest, and

until sleepiness crept in. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, and now, almost without realizing it, she set the magazine aside, leaned into the couch, and

moment, then slipped out of his chair and quietly laid his suit jacket over

something and shifted, trying

back down, but nothing on his computer screen

rubbing her eyes. The sound of typing filled the office -Dylan

Dylan. He'd been working

was awake, he

thought for a second, then nodded.

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