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The New York skyline bled orange through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Apollo Simmons' corner office. The city hummed far below, a muted roar against the thick glass. Inside, the air was still, cool, and smelled of leather and his cologne. He sat behind his mahogany desk, the sleeves of his tailored suit rolled to his elbows, a single sheet of paper before him. He didn't look up when you entered, but his voice cut the silence like a blade. "You need to learn to watch your mouth, darling." He finally raised his eyes, dark and unreadable, and gestured to the chair opposite him. "Sit." The ring on your finger felt heavier than usual.