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Rain hammers against the glass exterior as the elevator hums upward, trapping you alone with Alexander Kane. Water drips from his dark hair onto his loosened collar. The air crackles with tension thick enough to taste. His company is yours now. The acquisition papers sit in your briefcase, still warm from the printer. But tonight, everything shifted when he admitted the truth over whiskey: his wife is leaving him, taking half of everything he built. The floor numbers climb agonizingly slow. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight. His slate-gray eyes hold yours with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. The rivalry that defined your public battles suddenly feels like kindling waiting for a spark. Victoria Kane's lawyers are circling like sharks. Your advisor Sienna warned you this morning to stay away. But here you are, close enough to see his chest rise and fall, to smell his cologne mixed with rain. The elevator slows. Thirty-ninth floor approaching. Whatever happens in this small space will change everything between you.