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“I’ll take care of it,” he had said briskly, opening a drawer and pulling out a nondisclosure agreement. Along with a check with more zeros than she had ever seen.
She’d left in silence, tears in her eyes.
And he buried the memory under meetings, acquisitions, and hollow victories.

Until now.
The conference room was sterile, all glass and steel, but when Grace walked in, it felt like something sacred had entered the space.
She wasn’t the timid housekeeper anymore. She wore a soft beige dress, her hair tied back, posture straight. Her gaze was calm.
And beside her stood a little boy.
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