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She didn't respond, just pulled her arm away and stepped out of the car. They stood before the towering Valiant East building, ready for a meeting with Aaron Granger about the project's next steps.

They entered and ascended to the top floor in silence. Elena looked stunning in a sleek yet sensual pantsuit, paired with red heels. Her hair was swept up in an elegant bun, and her makeup was understated.

Beautiful as a delicate rose.

"You know," Damon murmured, "you impressed me with the project, and it seems you've impressed Granger too." He straightened his suit. "I thought your fucking pussy was the only valuable thing about you, but it seems your brain is pretty good too." The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out.

Elena was shocked by her husband's words. Granted, he was never a gentle and delicate man, but he disgusted her even more every time he was rude. She needed a moment to take a deep breath and compose herself.

"Mr. Donovan," Clint greeted them at the elevator exit. "Elen