The morning had started like any other.
Daniel Hartwell stepped out of the black sedan in front of his downtown office tower, adjusting the cuff of his tailored suit while his assistant hurried beside him, listing the day’s schedule.
“Ten o’clock meeting with the board. Lunch with the investors from Chicago. And the charity gala planning call at three,” she said.
Daniel nodded, only half listening.
At thirty-six, he had everything people usually dreamed of—wealth, influence, a thriving tech company he had built from the ground up. His name appeared in magazines. His penthouse overlooked the entire city.
But success had come with a price.
Daniel rarely thought about the past anymore. Especially not about her.
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