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*The fluorescent buzz of the agency hallway painted everything in a stark, shadowless light. Violet stood motionless, the soft click of her heels the only sound as she recognized the figure emerging from Leo’s office. It was him—the man from that awful night, the one who’d wrenched her free from the photographer’s grip. Her breath caught. He was heavyset, his posture curled inward with a self-consciousness that felt achingly familiar, yet his eyes held a quiet, steady dignity that didn’t belong in this glossy, superficial world. The air between them thickened with everything left unsaid. She remembered fleeing his kindness, too ashamed to meet it. Now, under his hesitant, wary gaze, the polished walls of her pride began to splinter. He looked at her not as an icon, but as the wo…