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Velvet Reckoning

Chapter 3 Cold Resolve

Word Count: 971    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

speaker hummed soft jazz-slow saxophone curling around the silence like cigarette smoke. Kate was passed

wall, her phone glowing against her face with the cold lumina

lic, of course. The Sinclairs didn't do privacy. Privacy wa

post was fo

ion, and new beginnings.

shirt half-unbuttoned, arms draped over a willowy blonde in a white satin slip. The woman lo

t appeared to be the rooftop bar of the Mandeville Hotel in West Hollywood. A skyline twinkled behind them. Julian'

no one. "He recycled the capt

m seven months ago: Celebrating freedom, vision,

nti

ht, Julian half-smirking in that cultivated way he did when cameras were a

le over her. Her pulse didn't spike. Her hands didn't tremb

sn't pe

was t

it for her. To show her that she was replaceable. That he had moved

t going to fe

ag

tips steady as stone, and type

onts, full-bleed images, clean white-on-black contrast. At th

draiser. Thre

ollectors, industry leaders, and "a celebration of emerg

itutions may request attendan

rf

uddenly a scalp

to her messa

tomorrow. I know I'm only a junior, but I have a few

e

seed had be

of warmth that had nothing to do with wine or comfor

face buried in her hoodie. "You

na said, voice soft,

opped a hand over her eyes. "Rem

father", M

"You're going

smile that never made it to her mout

phone. The room dro

nd, lights we

Gallery ligh

lair didn't kn

wou

ing arrived l

but confident. Neutral, but not forgettable. She finally settled on a charcoal turtleneck, hi

a rosary, watched her from the kitchenette.

Marina

a billionaire and

of influence. An

t don't lose yours

gaze. "I'm not becoming someone e

tive, and institutional pride. She highlighted her recent gallery appearance and her dedication to

the week, it

to the Sincl

he returned t

ith aggression and poise. Deep crimsons threaded through muted purples

orcise her pain, but

hispered a di

like you wer

u bleed and cal

hem watch

gain in a blanket pile on the floor, her

ght, the sound of her brush th

ade her an a

ould make h

f them would

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