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Code of Hearts

Niana "Nia" Mirren is a brilliant game developer with a past she’d rather forget. After a scandal nearly destroyed her career, she's poured her heart into PixelWave, her own gaming startup, and is on the brink of launching her biggest project yet. All she needs is the right investor to make her dreams a reality. Enter Zachary "Zack" Morris, a former NSA agent back from a grueling mission overseas, Zack steps in to help his brother’s company, Morrison Group, to help him as interim CEO. The last person he expects to see at the pitch meeting is Nia—the woman he’s never been able to forget. As their worlds collide, sparks fly, and old wounds are reopened. Forced to work together, Nia and Zack must navigate their undeniable attraction and the unresolved past that threatens to keep them apart. Can they find a way to trust each other again, or will the secrets between them destroy their chance at a future together? In "Code of Hearts", love is a game of codes—where cracking it could cost more than just the heart, and the stakes have never been higher. All Rights Reserved!

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Chapter 47- At Morrisson Office

Nia took a final sip of her coffee, feeling the caffeine and carbs settle her nerves as she finished the last bite of her sandwich. She looked over at Zack, whose focus was momentarily fixed on his laptop.

Clearing her throat, she asked, "Alright, so…how can I help?"

Zack looked up, a glint of amusement and something else in his eyes as he studied her for a moment. "I had a feeling you'd want to get involved, so I made a few adjustments." He glanced toward the doorway, nodding to an assistant waiting there with a monitor and an extra laptop.

At Zack's signal, the assistant entered, carefully setting the equipment on the opposite end of his desk. She watched as Zack quickly took charge, adjusting the cables and arranging the screen so it mirrored his setup. The efficiency with which he moved, the confidence in his gestures—she couldn't help but feel a flutter of admiration. It wasn't lost on her that he'd anticipated her need to be involved.