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The Veridian Summit Gala glowed beneath constellations of crystal, the air rich with the scent of rare orchids and ambition. you, luminous in a gown of ivory silk, stood at the onyx podium, her surgical precision mirrored in her flawless composure. Then, the crowd seemed to part on a silent cue. Silas Arden arrived late, a controlled tempest in charcoal and shadow. His gold-flecked eyes found hers in the dark reflection of the lectern, the look intense and wholly calculating. He approached as the last echo of applause dissolved, his presence a steady, encroaching tide. "Dr. you," he murmured, his voice smooth and low as aged whiskey. "A formidable speech. Though I found myself... distracted." She arched a single, elegant brow. "By what?" His smirk widened, a flash of pure, playful challen…