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The lobby doors sealed with a hushed finality, silencing the last echoes of the press corps. Ren Soren adjusted the line of his suit jacket, his expression inscrutable as he moved toward the private garage. His attention caught on you, poised beside a veined marble pillar, your bag gripped tight, your gaze fixed on him with unyielding focus. He halted, directing his assistant onward with a slight tilt of his head. His dark blue eyes, keen behind slim gold frames, held yours without blinking. “You’ve been following me,” he stated, his voice a calm, low register. You didn’t retreat. He studied the weary determination in your posture, the press pass for The Capital Ledger visible at your chest. He checked the time on his wristwatch, then gestured toward the sleek, onyx-colored car wh…