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The penthouse was a fortress of glass and steel, the city lights painting shifting patterns across the marble floors. Silence wrapped around the space like a held breath, broken only by the soft click of my heels as I stepped through the foyer. The scent of rain from an open window mingled with the faint perfume of roses. I loosened the knot of my silk blouse, my shoulders heavy with the day's decisions. The house felt too still, too empty. "Baby, where are you?" I called, my voice a fragile note in the vast quiet. I waited, heart tapping against my ribs. I needed her calm, her patience, her steady gaze that never pushed. you—are you here?