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Ethan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and ran his hand through his hair, tousling it slightly.

He opened his eyes again and nodded.

"I will tell you the whole truth, but not here," he said, looking at me intensely. "Do you trust me?"

I stepped back, puzzled. Why was he asking me that now? Did I trust him? Did I? Pf, who was I trying to fool, of course, I did.

I wanted him. I loved him, how could I not trust him?

"Answer me, do you trust me?" he insisted, this time approaching me and gently taking me by the arms.

"Yes, Ethan. I trust you," I replied dryly.

I felt like I was betraying myself by saying those words.

A half-smile crossed his lips, and he took hold of my left arm. The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out.

He led me to the right side of the floor. There were several offices, all with an elegant yet modern style. The floors and walls were cream-colored, and there were many people walking back and forth with papers in their hands.

Phones were ringing like crazy. Etha