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people who knew how much in love with him she had been, she had gotten over him pretty easily. After all, he really wasn’t who she thought he was, so she had been in love with an imaginary man all along. She still loved that man, but she was well aware that he had never existed outside her mind and heart.
    Just as Petra’s pride did not allow her to accept any monetary compensation from him, it also drove her to this art gala. The hope was that she might find what she so desperately wanted somewhere in his office in the upper floors of the galleria. When she couldn’t find it in his home, she had started looking elsewhere. Where could he possibly have hidden it? She was determined to find it, even if that meant breaking the law ever so slightly.
    The caviar was delicious, and for a moment she forgot why she was really there, enjoying the salty, slightly grainy texture of the fishy delicacy. The shrimp was next on her list. Seafood was a weakness of hers, only surpassed by her love for art. One fed the body, the other the soul. As she stood in a corner, looking oddly at home while munching away at the briny food, she noticed the security guards leaving their posts on the staircase, presumably to go to the bathroom. Hands hastily wiped, Petra sped toward the stairs, climbing the steps two at a time. Luckily, she had always been good at running in heels. While the security guards wouldn’t be away for very long, she knew Jonas’ office was large and she would certainly find an easy place to hide if necessary.
    She cracked the door open and slipped inside, cautious not to get her dress caught. The lights were on, so she started her search right away. Jonas sure had a lot of storage in this office—drawers, boxes, file cabinets, closets, trash cans…hell, it would take her all night at this rate.
    “Do you need a hand?” she heard a voice from behind. Her heart jumped to her throat as she turned around suddenly, trying to think of a believable excuse for her presence there. A now familiar face stared back at her. “You!” she yelled, forgetting she was trying to be inconspicuous.
    “Shhh…are you crazy?” he exclaimed in a whisper while reaching out to her. “They’ll hear you.”
    “I just can’t get rid of you,” she protested in a hushed voice. “What the hell…”
    “I’m not the one sneaking around like a criminal,” he pointed out. “What are you doing, anyway? Should you even be here? Isn’t this Linden’s private office?”
    “If you must know, I used to work for him,” she lied, looking behind him to make sure they hadn’t attracted any unwanted attention. “So, in a way I have the right to be here.”
    “I don’t think that would hold water in court.” He laughed. “His employee…what are you looking for exactly? You must want it really bad to take such risks. First the house, now here.” He was looking at her with an expression that said he didn’t believe her for a minute.
    “None of your business,” she responded with bravado. Waving her hands in front of her as if shooing him away, she added, “Now, get out of here and leave me be.”
    His attractive, wicked smile made an appearance. “No way, sweetheart,” he said, taking a step closer. “I’m not leaving, so you better tell me what you’re up to.”
    “You…” Voices approaching outside the door interrupted the insult that was burning on her tongue. “Shit, they’re coming! Shit, shit, shit…”
    Sam was looking at her incredulously, half amused, half irritated. “Is that how you solve problems? Stand paralyzed and cuss?” Her eyes shot daggers at him, but he dismissed it. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her toward the far wall. “Let’s hide in that closet.”
    Petra stopped so abruptly, he almost crashed into her. “Another closet?” she exclaimed, exasperated. “Do you have some kind of fetish?”
    He didn’t seem amused anymore. “Listen, do you see any other place where we can both hide?” She glanced