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proposals for each area of the property.”
“I’ve already decided,” he said with certainty. “I want you for this project, Ms. Williams-Mia, if I may.”
The casual use of my first name sent an unexpected shiver through me. “Of course.”
“Good,” he smiled. “My assistant will contact yours with all the necessary paperwork. I’d like to begin as soon as possible.”
We both stood. In the full light streaming through the windows, the differences between him and Kyle were more apparent.
“Thank you for your time,” I said, extending my hand. “I look forward to working with you.”
He took my hand, holding it a moment longer than strictly necessary. “Likewise.”
When we reached the foyer, Margaret was waiting with my phone and tablet.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mia,” Jackson said. “I have a feeling this project will be something special.”
“I believe it will,” I agreed, forcing myself to maintain eye contact despite the unnerving resemblance.
As the car pulled away from the estate, I finally allowed myself to exhale fully. My hands were trembling.
I considered this. Part of me desperately wanted to know everything about Jackson Maxwell-who he was, where he came from, and how he could look so much like Kyle.
The rational part of my brain cataloged the differences I’d noticed-the lighter hair, the scar, the hazel eyes instead of gray, the slight accent. The emotional part fixated on the overwhelming similarity—the height, the build, the way his presence filled a room.
The car pulled up to my building just as my phone chimed with an email. Bernard, confirming that Maxwell had already signed the preliminary agreement and transferred the first payment. The project was mine.
“We’re here, Ms. Williams,” the driver announced.
“Thank you,” I replied automatically, my mind still swirling with implications.
The doorman greeted me as I entered the lobby. “Good afternoon, Ms. Williams. The boys are upstairs with your mother.”
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