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The Magnate's Contract
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The Magnate's Contract

A Workplace Tension, Old Flame Billionaire Romance

by Sienna Wolfe

Language: EN
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Six in the morning at the bakery on Gramercy, and the croissant dough has fought Maggie Callahan all morning: too warm, too humid, the butter threatening to break through the lamination. She is piping almond cream into the sixth tray when the bell over the front door jangles two minutes past six, far too early for the regulars. It is not a regular. It is a charcoal suit cut close, black hair silver-streaked at the temples, and a folded document set on the counter with a silver-edged business card laid on top. *Julian Sterling, Principal - Sterling Development Group.* He offers one-point-two million, cash, no contingencies. She says the bakery is not for sale without reading a word of it. Then he tells her that her grandmother signed a five-year lease with a demolition clause, section 12.4, that he owns the building, and that she should check the signature date. Three years ago. Before the diagnosis. Two weeks, he says. Then he starts demolition by right. What Julian is really short of turns out not to be property. His financing depends on his looking like a man with a settled life, so a second offer goes onto the glass desk in his office: a fake engagement, twelve months, public within the week, events and photographs and appearances. In exchange he covers Eleanor's memory care and Maggie keeps the apartment above the shop. She signs. She shakes his hand across the desk, hers cold and shaking, his warm and steady and calloused. What she finds later, after she works out his combination and gets into his office, is a cookie kept in a mason jar, a printed text thread dated three months before he ever walked into her bakery, and the fifteen thousand dollars his company paid her cousin Patrick to testify against the building. Maggie was eleven when she sat in a closet in her father's coat and worked out that the worst sound in the world is a door clicking shut. She made herself a promise that night that she would be the one who stayed. A closed-door billionaire romance running between a corner bakery and a glass office, about a contract, a demolition clause, and what a man will sell to keep a promise.

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