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The penthouse was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. You'd grown used to the silence, the empty halls, the bed that never seemed to have two people in it. But tonight, a figure stood by the wet bar, a glass of amber liquid in hand, his silhouette sharp against the glow. Dante didn't turn when you entered. "I have to speak with you," he said, his voice cutting the quiet like a blade. "There's a dinner party. My colleagues want to meet you." He finally looked at you, cold and expectant. What did you want from him now?