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    “I’m sorry, Mr. Hanson,” he said quickly. “That wasn’t my intention. This coboration is very important to me, so—”


    Before he could finish, Mr. Hanson set down his teacup.


    “You’re still talking about coboration,” he said coolly. “It seems our philosophies don’t align. I’m afraid this project won’t work between us.”


    With that, he stood up to leave.


    Panic shed across Marc’s face the moment he realized Mr. Hanson was preparing to leave.


    “Mr. Hanson, if I’ve said or done anything to offend you, please ept my sincerest apologies. You mentioned liking tea—let’s discuss tea. I happen to have ess to some exceptionally rare premium tea, and if it suits your taste, I would be honored to deliver it to you personally next time.”


    A flicker of interest sparked in Mr. Hanson’s eyes at the mention of rare tea, but it dimmed almost immediately. “I apologize, Mr. Walsh. I’ve just remembered some urgent matters requiring my attention. I really must take my leave now. Perhaps we can arrange another meeting in the future.”


    Watching Mr. Hanson leave, Marc’s frustration boiled over, and his footshed out violently, connecting with the table leg. The delicate teacup perched on the edge wavered before tumbling to the floor, exploding into countless porcin fragments.


    A suffocating sense of failure pressed down on Marc’s chest as he stood there, wondering why everything in his life inevitably fell apart.


    Mr. Hanson had only consented to this meeting as a personal favor to Nina. Now, with the potential partnership dissolved before it could even begin, Marc had absolutely no idea when—or if—he’d get another chance to sit across from the man again.


    Marc dragged his fingers roughly through his hair, his agitation mounting with every passing second, but he forced himself to retrieve his phone andpose a message to Mr. Hanson’s assistant.


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    Marc expressed profound regret for any inadvertent offense he might have caused during their meeting and offered another heartfelt apology. He emphasized just how critically important this coboration was to him—exining that it directly affected his ability to reunite with the woman he loved.


    After reading through the message at least half a dozen times, scrutinizing every word and phrase, Marc finally pressed send.


    Marc knew that Mr. Hanson prided himself on valuing authentic human emotion over cold business transactions.


    If he’d simply continued hammering away at how desperately he wanted the business partnership, Mr. Hanson would likely have remained unmoved, perhaps even annoyed.


    But by connecting the business opportunity to his personal quest to reim the love of his life, he might just intrigue Mr. Hanson enough to warrant a second chance.


    Of course, Marc was operating purely on spection and desperate hope, with no real certainty that this emotional appeal would actually work on Mr. Hanson.


    He’d barely made it half a block from the tea room when his phone erupted with Nina’s iing call.


    “Did you meet with Mr. Hanson? Has he agreed to coborate with us?”


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