The coffee-spilling, smug-as-hell man from earlier. My blood runs cold, then boils all at once. His dark eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I think I see surprise flash across his face. But it’s gone in an instant, replaced by that same infuriating smirk. “You,” I blurt out, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. The first man glances between us, his brow furrowing. “You’ve met?” My jaw tightens as I drag my gaze away from the smirking devil to face him. “Not exactly,” I bite out, my voice clipped. The man from earlier leans back in his chair, completely unfazed. “We’ve crossed paths,” he says smoothly, his tone laced with mockery. I grip my hands in my lap, nails digging into my palms as I fight the urge to snap back. "Focus on the interview!" I remind myself, though my fury simmers just beneath the surface. But as I sit there, face-to-face with the man who had the nerve to ruin my morning, one thought loops in my mind: This is going to be one hell of an in
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