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The elevator shook slightly with a muffled thud as it started to make its way up.

Myra could not react in time and stumbled onto the man next to her before she could hold onto the handrail. The man’s open shirt collar brushed against her forehead. She was close to him—exceptionally close that she could smell the faintest hint of tobacco mingling with his clean, cool scent.

Tilly, on the other hand, had regained her footing and was shocked at Myra’s predicament. She quickly pulled Myra onto her feet as she cried out, “Myra!”

When Myra stumbled over earlier, she had felt a hand reaching out to hold her up by the waist. She felt the fingers pressing against her skin as the person steadied her and there was strength in the grip.

“Myra, are you okay?” Tilly asked with concern.

It was fortunate that the man had caught Myra before she fell over, although she had to admit that she had never been this intimate with any man other than Sean. She steadied herself and shook her head at Tilly. Glancing up at Tony, she saw that he remained expressionless, even though his hand was still on her waist.

Myra stiffened slightly at the warmth that radiated from his palm. “Director Hart…” she muttered but trailed off awkwardly.

There was nothing uncommon about accidental stumbles and shoves in an elevator and she ought not to overreact, but his hand…

bothered to spare her a glance until he turned his head and saw that he was still holding onto her waist. He briefly gazed at her before retracting his hand;

no one was saying anything, Myra decided to keep quiet as well until the elevator arrived on

herself. “Like I said—dreamboats like him are meant to be admired from afar. I don’t

the image of the man’s piercing gaze as he turned to look at her flashed

building. When it arrived

for a higher floor. He then turned to look at Tony, whereupon

gaze and glanced down at his white shirt. A pale lipstick stain

off as he anxiously eyed the man. As Director Hart was a germaphobe, women were not even allowed within a one meter radius of him, let alone stumble

seemed impervious as he looked at him and ordered, “Go and find out what those two

about your

the lipstick stain on his shirt. With an inscrutable look on his face,

He thought about how