Return to his side.Zara got to determine the conditions.She asked, "Like what?"The keys moved under Yosef's fingers, the music flowing. Yosef said slowly. "The chief secretary position is still yours."Zara pressed, "What else?"He added, "A higher salary and a bonus."Zara persisted. "Anything else?"Yosef looked at her, his eyes narrowing. He remembered her as someone who was not so demanding.Since she was willing to talk, it meant she might come back. He stopped playing the piano. "You don't have a car, right? It must be hard to get around."Zara laughed softly. In the three years she was with him, she did not even get jewelry or designer bags—let alone a house or a car. Now, he seemed ready to hand them over just like that.Still, she asked, "Is there more?""I'll take care of your mom's surgery," Yosef said, lifting his chin a little. "That should be enough, shouldn't it?"He was playing his best card, knowing it was what she cared about most. He knew exactly how t
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