CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Richard’s POV

The day was bustling with the usual flurry of activities at the hotel when an elegant envelope caught my attention among the stack of mail on my desk. My name, Richard Thorne, was embossed on the front with such precision that it momentarily redirected my focus from the quarterly reports on my screen.

"Jenny," I called out without looking up, knowing my new Personal Assistant would be within earshot. She was always close, anticipating the needs I hadn't voiced yet.

"Yes, Mr. Richard?" Jenny appeared in the doorway, her iPad clutched like a shield.

"Would you mind?" I said, nodding towards the envelope.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Seems like an invitation. To a business auction. Have a look, will you?" I handed it over, curiosity piqued but discipline holding my focus on the quarterly reports.

She crossed the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood, and picked up the invitation. Her slender fingers broke the seal delicately, unfolding the parchment with practiced ca
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