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    William raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised to find anyone else still here. “Haven’t you gone home?”


    Sewell Hardy gave an embarrassed scratch of his head. “Just started here, wanted to get up to speed fast, so I’ve been putting in extra hours. Was heading out when I noticed your light on. Figured you could use a pick-me-up.”


    William examined the cup, noting the color was exactly right. “Set it down. You’re dismissed.”


    Sewell ced the coffee on the desk without furtherment and left promptly.


    Once William wrapped up his work, he reached for the coffee and took a drink. Rich, perfectly bnced.


    At some point, he must have dozed off. His sleep was gued by visions of Ste.


    Over and over, she dered that Marc was the one she loved, that she’d despise William until her dying breath, that forgiveness was impossible.


    “William, I never loved you. You’re nothingpared to Marc. I’d let him lie to me a thousand times over. You forced me into this, exploited me. There’s no world where I could love you,” dream-Ste told him.


    William jolted awake. Daylight streamed through the windows.


    Somehow, after that coffee, he’d passed out at his desk.


    The entire night had been one long nightmare. His expression when he woke was thunderous.


    Luca nearly jumped when he entered. “Mr. Briggs, did you… spend the whole night here?”


    William’s face remained stormy as he growled, “What do you want?”


    Luca hesitated, picking up on his boss’s foul temper.


    “Dr. Vance located some promising medication overseas for memory loss. His flightnds tonight, and he can start treating Ms. Russell again tomorrow. He’s confident it’ll work.”


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    William surged to his feet the instant Luca stopped talking.


    “Cancel it.”


    Luca blinked. “Sir?”


    “Tell him to forget about treating Ste. Whether she remembers or not makes no difference—people like her just toy with genuine emotion.”


    William swept past him and out the door, leaving Luca standing there dumbfounded.


    Luca rubbed his temples. Had those two been at each other’s throats again?


    Ste’s night had been equally restless.


    Sharon’s revtions circled endlessly through her thoughts. Could Marc really have been lying this entire time? Then what were these images in her mind?


    Who was it she actually loved? What history did she share with William?


    The questions hammered at her skull relentlessly.


    She sat in her room watching dawn break, but the sunrise did nothing to warm the numbness inside her.


    For the first time, she found herself aching to recover what she’d lost.


    She made her way downstairs. “Tasha, do you happen to have Dr. Vance’s number?”


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