Chapter 22

Cecelia was in her office, head bent over her desk as she signed some paperwork. Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, tracing the sharp lines of her profile. When she heard the sound of the door crashing open, she slowly lifted her head. Eyes that were once meek and timid were now sharp and piercing as she stared at Shaun. Time seemed to stop. Shaun stared at the thin-rimmed glasses perched on Cecelia's nose, then glanced down at the perfectly tailored suit she was wearing. For a second, he thought he was trapped in a dream. "...Cece?" he croaked hoarsely. His mind was completely blank. How could it be her? How could it possibly be her? All those attacks on his company that had troubled him for so long, all those ruthless yet precise moves… Those were all from Cecelia? Cecelia put down her pen and leaned back against her chair. "Mr. Hawkins," she said coolly, "It is rather rude of you to barge into my office without permission, isn't it?" That jolted S