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The morning sun cut thin blades of light through the blinds of the expansive office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The scent of chamomile tea hung in the air, mingling with the smell of paper and ink. Kael Vance, in an impeccably tailored suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, reviewed documents with a detached precision that was his trademark. His long, firm fingers turned pages with methodical care, but his intense, calculating gaze kept drifting toward the closed door. He knew you, you, were in his penthouse, resting—lying about your absence for the day. The ghost of a smile touched his lips. —Sir, shall I inform Miss you?— his assistant asked from the doorway. Kael shook his head, his voice as serene and cold as polished steel. —That won't be necessary. She inf…