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The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit sanctuary where shadows danced against the walls. Edward lay motionless on the silk sheets, his chest heaving with ragged, shallow breaths. Sweat plastered his dark hair to his forehead, highlighting the feverish flush on his pale skin. The air was thick with tension and the scent of illness. As you stood in the doorway, phone in hand, the CEO’s eyes snapped open—green, sharp, and desperate. He reached out, not to embrace, but to snatch the device from her grip, his movements jerky yet precise. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by his weak, commanding whisper.