When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 580

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As Natalie struggled to recall the intricate details of their last encounter, Baron took it upon himself to relentlessly probe her most sensitive spots. His method was both tormenting and oddly effective; with each teasing touch, she found herself compelled to memorize the moves they practiced together. Initially, she had assumed that Baron was merely exploiting her forgetfulness as a means to his own ends, but now, a shift in perspective revealed the practicality of his approach.

The thought of Baron consumed her mind, igniting an eagerness to see him that she could hardly contain.

“Where are you?” she texted, her fingers dancing over the screen as she snapped a photo of the entrance to Grant International Holdings and sent it off with a sense of urgency.

Meanwhile, Baron sat in his office, boredom creeping in as he listened to Layne drone on about the overwhelming workload he had faced in recent days. Piles of reports and contracts lay scattered across his desk, a testament to the chaos that had taken over their operations.

“Baron,” Layne grumbled, rifling through the documents with irritation, “you’re the chairman of this company, for crying out loud! Can you please exhibit a shred of professionalism? Look at this mountain of work! Is this really what one person can handle? Can you at least try to be human? Either come back and take charge yourself, or hire me two more vice presidents. Otherwise, anyone who wants this miserable job can have it!”

Baron felt a headache brewing, the monotonous complaints washing over him like a dull wave.

In comparison to his wife, this was an unbearable bore.

He was racking his brain for a plausible excuse to silence Layne when, suddenly, his phone chimed, cutting through the dreariness of the moment.

Both men instinctively turned their attention to the device resting on the desk.

“I’m warning you,” Layne said, his tone sharp, “even if your wife is texting, you can’t leave! You have to finish reviewing these contracts today.”

Baron shot him a disbelieving look. “You’re full of shit.”

In one swift motion, Baron reached for his phone, eyes scanning the message that had just come through. The next moment, he was on his feet, shouting in disbelief, “Holy shit!”

“What is happening? Are you coming back from the dead?” Layne exclaimed, startled, his eyes wide with concern. But as he turned to look at Baron, he was met with a broad grin that lit up his face.

“My wife just texted me! Hahaha! She’s right downstairs! I’m going to get my wife!”

Without waiting for another second, Baron bolted from the room, his heart racing with excitement.

“Wait! No! I’ll send an assistant down to fetch her. You need to finish these contracts!” Layne shouted, lunging forward in a futile attempt to stop him.

Baron, sensing the impending grasp of his colleague, ducked and executed a flawless slide tackle, darting out the door. His voice echoed back to Layne, filled with mischief, “I’ll hire two more VPs for you tomorrow!”

“Baron!”

Layne’s voice cracked with frustration as he grasped at nothing but empty air.

The secretaries in the outer office had long grown accustomed to such antics. They quickly lowered their heads, feigning busyness, hoping to avoid Layne’s wrath.

But Baron was floating on air, buoyed by the thrill of the moment. Every person he passed seemed to radiate positivity in his eyes.

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