Chapter 44

"More of my secrets?" Ethan chuckled. "What secrets?" He gestured toward the door. "I see that

every day. You know how it is; women often throw themselves at me. What can I do? Reject

them?"

Sandra let herself in. Without waiting for his permission, she plopped onto his sofa. "Why do I

have a feeling that this particular woman is different?"

Ethan nodded, sitting down at his desk. "You are right, it is different."

Her eyes brightened as if she had struck gold. "Aha! So..?"

"What do you want, Sandra Walton?"

She pouted. "That's harsh. You didn't even let me finish."

"What do you have to say, Sandra?" Ethan didn't seem in the mood for jokes. These past few

weeks had taken a toll on him, and this woman here was just smiling, which irked him even

more.

"It has come to my knowledge that you have been... stressed out by a lot of things," she began,

tapping her long nails on his desk. "I want to help."

Ethan sighed heavily. If she was talking about the mafia boss, yes. Unfortunately, after h

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