lan looked at Eleanor. "There's a shareholder meeting this afternoon. Come rest in my office with me."

Eleanor frowned. "Are you sure you're still fit to attend a meeting?"

lan chuckled. "Do you have that little faith in me?"

"Let's go," Eleanor said. "Is Gavin downstairs?"

"He is," lan confirmed.

The two of them left first, while the rest of the staff stayed behind to chat. Waiting by the elevator, lan swayed slightly on his feet but quickly steadied himself.

"Why don't you push the afternoon meeting back by an hour?" Eleanor suggested. "Yeah. I'll have Gavin send out a notice in a bit," lan agreed, nodding.

The moment they walked out of the hotel lobby, Gavin hurried over to meet them. "Mr. Goodwin, Miss Sutton."

"Take us back to the office," lan told him. "And push the shareholder meeting back an hour."

"Right away," Gavin replied instantly.

The midday sun was beating down on them. Eleanor walked alongside him to the car, and lan didn't forget to open the door for her, gesturing for her to get in first.

Eleanor ducked inside, and lan followed. Once seated, he took off his glasses, holding them in his hand as he turned to face her.

Without the lenses in the way, the swirling emotions in his deep eyes seemed even more intense.

"Thank you for intercepting that drink for me."

Eleanor looked away. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"You saw right through me again, huh?" lan chuckled softly. His tone held a hint of drunken lethargy and the smug satisfaction of having gotten his way.

Leaning back against the seat, he closed his eyes and massaged his temples. "I thought you weren't paying any attention to me."

Eleanor turned to look at him. Ian was clearly drunk, and he looked quite exhausted. His thick eyelashes rested against his cheeks like natural eyeliner as he rested with his eyes closed.

Eleanor said softly, "Don't do this again. It's bad for your health."

lan didn't open his eyes, but his lips curved up as he murmured a soft sound of agreement.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, casting shifting shadows over the smooth contours of his face.

Gavin started the engine, and the car glided smoothly toward the Goodwin & Co. Tower.

It took thirty minutes to drive from the restaurant to the corporate headquarters, and lan seemed to fall asleep on the way.

Gavin focused on the road while Eleanor was lost in her own thoughts.

They finally arrived at the front entrance of the Goodwin building. Gavin glanced in the rearview mirror at his sleeping boss and whispered to Eleanor, "Miss Sutton, should we let Mr. Goodwin sleep in bit

Just then, lan's eyes fluttered open.

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"I'll rest in the office," he announced, having clearly overheard Gavin.

Gavin quickly hopped out to get his door, while Eleanor opened hers and stepped

out.

As she walked over to him, lan swayed slightly on his feet. Eleanor instinctively reached out to grab his arm.

lan looked down at her hand, then met her gaze, staring intensely at her. "I can walk."

With that, he straightened his posture, as if worried Eleanor might think he was too frail.

Standing nearby, Gavin had to fight back a smile. What on earth was Mr. Goodwin trying to prove?

It was a miracle Miss Sutton was willing to help him at all.

Eleanor quickly pulled her hand back and took a step away. "Let's go."

lan strode into the lobby with steady, forceful steps. Gavin went to park the car leaving Eleanor to traike behind lan as he headed for bis private vator.

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The eight receptionists all stood

to greet

their big boss. They

immediately noticed Eleanor, and a

flurry of

changed glances ensued.

*Is that Mr. Goodwin's ex-wife?*