"Ms. Talia Jenkins, this wine's a special import from a friend overseas. It's exceptional. Please, have a sip.""Sorry, Mr. Stewart, but I don't drink," Talia said, her brows creasing once more."Ms. Talia Jenkins, can't you make an exception?" Joseph's voice was composed, almost detached."I apologize, but alcohol doesn't agree with me," Talia replied."Ms. Talia Jenkins, I must say I'm disappointed," interjected Sophia, who had been observing quietly."You're interviewing for a marketing role, and you don't know the first thing about business manners? When Mr. Stewart offers you a drink, it's polite to at least pretend to consider it.""Ms. Baack, I..." Talia began but was cut off."Let's cut to the chase, Ms. Talia Jenkins," Joseph said, his gaze lingering on Talia's striking features, his patience wearing thin.As he spoke, he casually lifted a check from the coffee table and extended it toward Talia."I was smitten with you from the moment I saw you, Ms. Talia Jenkins. If
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