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"I need the details," I tell her.

"The full contract, the housing arrangements, everything."

"Of course." Linda pulls out the folder again, this time opening it fully.

"Six-month contract starting next Monday. Base salary plus performance bonuses. Relocation allowance. Furnished apartment in Manhattan—they’ll handle the leasing, just need your approval. All expenses covered by Blackwell Media Corp."

She slides several documents toward me.

"I'll need your signature on these. And I'll coordinate with their team to get you set up."

I pick up the pen she offers and start signing where she indicates.

"This is going to be huge for you, Scarlett," Linda says as I work through the papers.

"For all of us. This is the kind of client that opens doors."

I nod, not trusting my voice. Because the truth is, I'm not doing this for Whitman Communications. I'm not even really doing it for my career.

I'm doing it because Dax Blackwell orchestrated an entire corporate contract to bring me to New York, and I need to know why. I need to know if it's just sex. Just physical. Just another conquest for a powerful man whocan have anyone he wants. Or if it's something more. I finish signing the last document and hand the pen back to Linda.

"Welcome to the Blackwell account," she says, smiling.

"Big changes on the horizon."

I force a smile back. "I know."

Because she's right. One way or another, this is going to change everything.

I just hope I'm ready for it.

Chapter Sixteen

Dax

The afternoon light slants through my office windows as I review the final draft of a press release. It's damage control for the MediaLink situation—carefully worded statements about internal audits and commitment to transparency. Standard crisis management protocol.

A knock at my door pulls my attention.

"Come in."

Emma enters, tablet in hand, her expression professional but I catch the hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

"Mr. Blackwell, I just received confirmation from Whitman Communications."

I set down my pen, keeping my face neutral.

"And?"

"Scarlett Bradford has accepted the position."

Victory surges through me, sharp and immediate. I keep it off my face, maintaining the same neutral expression I've worn through a thousand business negotiations.

"Good," I say evenly. "What's the timeline?"

"She'll be here by next week. They're finalizing the contract details now, but she's confirmed her acceptance."

I nod once. "Thank you, Emma. Keep me updated on any developments."