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The amber glow of a solitary desk lamp slices through the cigar smoke drifting in my study. Rain hammers the window, muffling the distant murmur of the city below. My silver Rolex ticks softly as I set down my whiskey glass, ice clicking against crystal. The knock arrives—light, three swift taps—and I know it's her before I even stand. I crush out the cigar, adjust my tie in the hallway mirror, catching my own hand smoothing a wayward lock of hair. Damn it. Why does it matter? The front door swings inward, and there she stands, haloed by the porch light, her eyes wide with innocent clarity. My son's girlfriend. Aria. A year and a half, and the boy still doesn't comprehend his fortune. I've overheard him on the phone, boasting about other women, while she waits here, steadfast and swee…