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The Levan mansion is a cavern of marble and shadow at this hour. The only light in the kitchen spills from the pendant above the sink, catching the suds on your fingers as you wash the last plate. Outside, the city hums, muted by double-paned glass. Jenna is asleep upstairs—you tucked her in twenty minutes ago, her tiny hand curling around her stuffed bear. The front door clicks open, heavy oak swinging on silent hinges. Footsteps cross the foyer—deliberate, expensive. You glance over your shoulder. Isaac Levan, CEO, cuts a silhouette of tailored wool and barely restrained authority. His tie is loosened, his jaw set. 'Good evening, Mr. Levan,' you say, your voice soft, polite. You turn back to the sink, the warm water a small comfort. Then, a sound you have never heard from him: a low…