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A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 15
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e watcAlessia woke from a dreamless sleep, sat up in bed, and pulled back the curtains. Shhed the quiet street

outside for a moment, lost in thought. Eventually, she picked up her phone to check the time-9:30 a.m.

Just as she was about to set the phone down, it buzzed with an incoming call.

“Hello?” Alessia’s voice was soft and a bit husky with sleep, carrying a lilting note that sounded almost playful.

On the other end, Cole fumbled his pen, dropping it noisily on his desk. His ears flushed pink, and the tough tone

he’d planned evaporated in an instant.

“You just woke up?” His voice was low, tinged with exasperation, but something about it made Alessia want to

curl back under the covers.

“Mmm.” She answered lazily, eyes half-closed.

“So that’s it? | help you out and then you ignore my messages? Is Miss Morton really that busy?” He sounded

more like a big dog left out in the rain than an aggrieved executive.

“I was busy talking things over last night. By the twe finished, it was nearly morning, so | just crashed.”

Alessia yawned, not bothering to hide it.

Cole frowned. “Anything serious going on?”

“Nothing major. Oh, | need to head to Mr. Dawson's place the afternoon after tomorrow, and I'll be taking

Zachary.”

“The old man’s going to complain you only call on him when you need something,” Cole said with a sly grin.

Alessia just tapped her nose and didn’t deny it.

“By the way, I'll send you a list later. Can you drop the stuff off for me?”

“Seriously, Miss Morton? I'm a CEO, not your personal errand boy. Is this what | am to you-a delivery guy, at your

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beck and call?” Cole's protest was mostly for show.

“Con, Cole, you know the drill. Opening day got to stock up.”

He sighed with mock resignation. “Alright, fine. Your order will be delivered within the hour, madam. Please

remember to sign for it.”

Alessia laughed, tossed a half-hearted insult his way, and hung up, feeling more awake than she had just

minutes before. Cole, meanwhile, was still smiling as

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Larkin walked in with a fresh cup of coffee; even Larkin seemed less annoying than usual.

Alessia left her room and wandered into the kitchen, where Karen was busy

assembling sandwiches and rolling up seaweed wraps. When Karen saw her, she waved cheerfully, then popped

a piece of sandwich into Alessia’s mouth before she could even say good morning.

“Well?” Karen's eyes shone with anticipation, though she seemed a little nervous.

Alessia chewed, swallowed, and nodded. “Perfect. Not dry, not tough-just right.”

“Try this, too.” Karen, relieved, sliced off a piece of seaweed roll and offered it to her as well.

Alessia’s eyes lit up, and she happily accepted another bite.

“We got everything fresh at the market this morning-your dad and | went early. | had a chat with the vendor, and

they'll give us a better bulk price from now on.” Karen looked proud, clearly pleased with Alessia’s approval.

“That's great,” Alessia said, nodding. “By the way, where's Dad?”

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“I'll go check on him.”

“Alright. Oh, and take swater and snacks down for him, will you?”

“Got it,” Alessia replied, grabbing a cup and heading downstairs.

She’d only been in this house for two or three days, but already, everything felt so natural-like she'd always

belonged.

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“Dad,” Alessia called, “Take a break and have something to eat.”

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deeply, finishing half in a single go.

“Well, Brendan, who's this?” A woman carrying a trash bag appeared at the doorway, her tone warm and

friendly.

“My daughter, Lessie,” Brendan replied easily. “Csay hi to Carey.”

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