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ked it behind her ear with a sharp exhale, ignoring the black town car still idling behind her. S

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oored lobby that smelled of wealthâ€"fresh coffee, expensive cologne, and polished surfaces that never saw a speck of dust. The hum of

icured fingers pausing over the keyboard. Her gaze flicked up, eyes wide

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he had known he would be waiting. Damien Calloway always got what he wante

a dozen unseen eyes pressed against her back, whispers forming like a storm c

en here, she had walked